#but only recently did i find this recipe and its so easy and it has turned out perfectly every. single. time.

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Everyone, summer of 2020: We Must Bake Bread

Me, the autistic, years behind the trend every time, spring 2024: ya know ya'll may have been on to something here....

#i do remember the Great Yeast Shortage of 2020 when everyone was baking lol #but only recently did i find this recipe and its so easy and it has turned out perfectly every. single. time. #husband and i are both in love #i have made bread every week since finding this recipe you dont understand #i will never buy bread ever again #it makes about 12 good sized rolls and even though its just the two of us they dont last very long lol #random ramblings #dont mind me

[prismuffin]

May i ask for a one shot pls.

Can it be where the reader and miles is dating, but she's been acting weird and mile finds out there is a new spider man, and its really the reader.

A/n: wow It’s been a minute since I’ve written a full fic no? Pris is almost back babyyy~

Coincidence

Miles Morales x fem!spiderman!reader

( summary: being the new Spider-Man is hard, but hiding it from your boyfriend is harder )

!-!more under the cut!-!

You groaned as you walked through the hallway, stretching and rolling your shoulders to loosen the aching pain that spread across your entire body. You were sore, though after a night full of training how to swing around the city and stop crime you weren't the least bit surprised that it was so.

“Ayo Miles!”

The sound of your boyfriends name pulled you away from your mind as you turned towards the direction of the shout. There he was, Miles Morales, your boyfriend who you’ve been promptly ignoring for the past week and a half. You feel like shit for it but not too long ago you got bitten by a radioactive spider and became somewhat of a new Spider-Man, a Spider-Woman if you will. You’re still getting used to the new gig and the powers that come along with it and in your conflicted state you’ve been ignoring not only Miles but the rest of your friends as well.

You turned back around, not missing how his eyes barely caught yours right before you did and started walking towards your final class of the day.

Just one more class and then you could go....fight crime- after homework of course! Once again, you've been so swamped with this new Spider-Woman gig recently it's really had a terrible impact on your life. Your stress shot up after you scrambled to get your work completed so that you could train to help save the city that never sleeps. You never took that nickname more seriously in your life. It also sucks that your social life has dropped immensely. No more after school hangouts with friends let alone your boyfriend who you feel so bad for blowing off. Sometimes you think life would be better if you just cut everyone around you off but you don't want to lose them it just seems like the easy way out.

—TS—

You bolted out of your seat as the bell rang, dashing through the schools halls before the mass of students could begin to overwhelm them. You needed to get to Mays, do some calculus work, then suit up-

“Y/n!”

You shoes screeched against the floors as you stopped yourself from crashing into Miles, who stood in front of the main entrance, arms out ready to catch you if you tripped. You stopped in his arms and he firmly held you from falling forwards. You breathed heavily as you pulled back from him. "Why are you-" looking up, you winced as your senses skyrocketed, your "Spidey-senses" were activating as you looked at Miles, a sense of familiarity filled your mind.

"You're just like...-" Miles started, his eyes searching yours for any type of answer but you quickly remembered where you were supposed to be. "Miles! I-I gotta go-" You moved around him and dashed out the door, ignoring his calls for you to come back. With your backpack in hand you ran into the subway station, ready to head to May's house. She had found you initially after you'd been bitten, recognized the symptoms and took you in under her wing. She got you web-shooters and a suit and allowed you to train in the confines of the Spider-Lair.

Today was meant to be your debut! You were gonna go out, save a few civilians, meet the Spider-Man that had appeared after the original had died and make your name as Spider-Woman. But that's after you help May with her banana bread recipe.

Knocking on her door you smiled at the sight of the older woman as she opened it. She greeted you, beckoning you inside after introductions were done. The rest of your afternoon was spent finishing that calculus work and making banana bread.

After finishing both tasks were completed, you were ready to make your debut, but the doorbell had delayed that. You looked at May in confusion as she smirked and stood. "There's a slight change in plans," "what?" You wondered aloud as your eyes followed her across the room. "I wanted you to meet Spider-man first, get yourselves acquainted before I sent you out on patrols for the first time." She said as she closed in on the front door, grabbing the knob, she cleared her throat a bit before opening it. You could hear her greet someone, you could see the side of his suit so you knew it was the Spider-man. You turned away to calm yourself as the reality truly sunk in that you were about to meet spiderman, hero of New York!

May cleared her throat, "Y/n this is Miles, or Spiderman and Miles this is-" "Miles?" "Y/n?" You turned around quickly, noticing Spiderman's shocked expression as he stared at you. May's eyes flickered in between you both, her expression becoming increasingly more confused. "I knew it! I knew I felt something earlier- What is- You're a Spider-man too?!" Miles yelled, pulling his mask off near the end of his sentence. "Spider-Woman actually-" May corrected him and your heart sped up as you stared at the previously masked mans face. "I- I didn't- Miles? You're Spider-man!! And you never told me?!" You yelled in shock and he crossed his arms. "Technically I can be mad at you for the same thing." You shook your head, laughing in disbelief before a silence overtook you two.

"So, I'm guessing you both know each other than."

"She's my girlfriend-" May gasped, standing there for a moment before clapping her hands together. "This is great news! See, you both already know and care for each other so you're sure to have each others backs on the streets." You blinked and sighed at the enthusiasm of the older woman. "Let's go to the lair shall we?" She walked off, leaving you and Miles to follow her but you stopped him before he could.

"Can we just- talk for a second?" You asked and he sighed and nodded, leaning against the circular table in the kitchen. "Look I- I never meant to ignore you- well I did! But only until I figured all this stuff out. I was bit by some kind of spider, May found me and took me in, I've been training with her for a while and it's been really stressful." Miles eyebrows creased at the sight of your saddening expression. "Yeah I get what you mean, it took me a while to find a good balance." He scratched the side of his head, looking away from you for a moment. "We're still good right?" He asked and you immediately nodded, a small smile growing on your face. "Yeah we're still good Miles." You stepped closer to him and he followed your lead, grabbing you and bringing you into a solid hug before kissing the side of your cheek. You laughed as you pulled back, still holding each other comfortably. "I can't believe my boyfriend is Spider-man!" "I can't believe my girlfriend is Spider-woman!" He laughed along with you, the previous tension being forgotten as the humor swept it away.

"We probably shouldn't keep May waiting," you said, still giggling from the previous conversation. "Yeahhh good idea, lets go." You both started making your way to the backyard, and for the first time in almost two weeks, you held your boyfriends hand.

———

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[bazaarwords]

beatrice helping ava improve her handwriting?

snippets of ava and bea traveling to switzerland?

the immediate aftermath following their argument in the apartment and finding out mary died?

thanks for the prompts, anon! just a little something quick—i did the first one (and i may end up doing the others, or continuing this one... or both)

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“Ava. Ava, what does this say?”

Ava is neck-deep in the cryptic knowledge of her brand-new recipe book, and can’t immediately look up. She’ll look, of course, eventually.

It’s Beatrice, and she’s always looking at Beatrice.

But right now she’s retreated into her mind palace where she can look for an ephemeral filing cabinet that’s hiding the definition for the word chuchichäschtli, which at this point she feels like she should know. They’ve been here for weeks and she isn’t completely fluent in Swiss German.

Pathetic, Ava, come on.

She’s almost found the file when a piece of stationary slides over the word she doesn’t know, and replaces it with—

“Eggs and milk,” she reads, “or maybe… milk and… okay. I was in a hurry. I also had oil on my hands from… damn, what was it?”

Beatrice takes the paper back and looks it over, closer this time. She worries at the inside of her cheek while she does this, which is very bad for Ava’s brain and its higher functions. Bad for all its functions, really. Ava’s noticed recently (because there is not a single thing she can’t notice about Beatrice, not a single thing she doesn’t want to) that she’s developed a number of nervous tics. Some are easy—a bouncing leg, wringing hands, pacing. Others are terrifying—repeatedly tossing a knife, repeatedly throwing a knife. More still are little things, things Ava is pretty sure no one else notices. She’s also pretty sure she doesn’t want anyone else to notice.

She’s been called impulsive and is, in fact, impulsive, so she follows the lesser of five unique impulses and reaches up to smooth a hand over Bea’s cheek.

Bea doesn’t turn her head, just cuts her eyes at Ava. It would scare her, but it does something else entirely.

“Your going to cut your mouth up if you keep doing that,” she says, a whopping ten times softer than she’d intended. “Which will suck for you because I'm trying to make the world's most delicious lemon tart.”

Not a tic, but another little thing Ava is predisposed to notice: Bea stands like someone’s attached a metal rod to her spine, and takes a sharp little breath. Ava has discovered through careful study (Beatrice is the only thing she studies carefully) that she does this to calibrate her senses. Usually, after Ava has done something stupid.

“We need to improve your handwriting,” Beatrice says, like nothing’s happened. “If we ever need you to send a missive or—“

As much as she’d wanted to live in the previous moment, Ava knows better. She laughs instead, moves right along. “I think I’m the last person you want as a pen pal.”

“It’s a valuable—it’s one of the most valuable life skills one can have, Ava. You can’t just… never write anything.”

“Well if you look carefully…” Here come the impulses again—she crowds Bea against the door frame to their kitchen (their kitchen is something she will put in one of those little filing cabinets, for later) and points down at her chicken scratch. “I did write something.”

Bea is like a stone pillar. “Legibility is a vitally important part of writing,” she says like she’s being forced.

Ava groans, as theatrically as she can physically manage. “Fine, Miss—huh. I don’t know your last name. How do—Bea, what’s your last name?” Beatrice is already in the other room. “Is it Jesus? Christ? You know, I never really figured out what the whole married to God thing—“

“Ava.” Beatrice says, absolutely a command, and Ava stops. Like a goofy little trained dog. Jesus. “Get a pen.”

#warrior nun #save warrior nun #wn #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #writing prompts #prompts #writing #fanfiction #fic #my fics #my writing #fanfic #my fanfiction

[sapphic-enigma]

Full disclosure I'm loving this arc because I feed on angst, but yeah anyone thinking that Mio et. al. are making an objectively good choice or even the best of a bunch of bad choices is gonna be in for a treat. And I'm looking forward to when Mio at least has to apologize and beg for her forgiveness.

Like, I'm not complaining about the writing - the choices are bad in a way that makes *sense* for the characters and it's a good direction for the narrative and their development to go. Miorine is not really emotionally fluent and also dangerously naive (oh yeah, I'm sure the daughter of the president of the company that's oppressing them will have *no trouble* calming some riots along with totally-unarmed Aerial which she's seen turn someone into red paste with a slap). Guel seems to be aware it's not going to work but is following along for his company. Eri and Prospera care about their plan first and foremost.

But like, even ignoring that what they did is a recipe for crushing someone's psyche, the school they're sending her back to is a nexus of both the political fight, the earth-space conflict, and whatever Quiet Zero will do. There was a terrorist attack a few episodes ago where a student died, and her only friends are earth house. Who are discriminated against, have been actively bullied, and were arrested on suspicion of said terrorist attack *recently*. Shes now not really important enough for people to want to use as a pawn in their schemes, sure. But neither were Seethia or Jubeju and it didn't stop them from becoming collateral damage.

Exactly, like I know the choices they're making make sense for their characters, it just pisses me off. Thats how I know its good writing because I have a strong emotional attachment to the story and the characters.

It's just infuriating to watch because I hate that Suletta has to deal with all of this bullshit because she's being used as a pawn or an excuse for other people's low emotional iq.

So far the story has been great. I hope they do make Miorine do something extravagant to apologize and make up with Suletta [im assuming this has a manga but I haven't read it if it does] because if not I'm be salty.

I really like the characters even if they piss me off with their ridiculous choices because they've been fleshed out in a way that makes it easy to believe they would do those things, and think its a good choice when its clearly not.

I can't wait to see how that earth mission goes sideways because that's going to be a crazy episode, especially since they left Suletta behind. When she gets back to school [if they don't find a reason for Suletta to follow them to earth] she's going to be a mess. I'm sure since the riots on earth are getting worse the bullying is going to be amped up x100. [Personally i think nika is going to have something to do with Suletta going to earth since she's been getting low screentime the last few episodes]

I have love hate relationship with angst driven plots. On the one hand its good story telling but on the other hand my heart can't take it and i get sad/angry. I just hope they don't end this season on a cliffhanger before miorine and Suletta talk.

#anon ask #the witch from mercury #suletta mercury #anime

[palialaina]

I guess life decided to be nice to me after something like three rude nightmares in as many days. (I am amazed Jel doesn't mind helping me with the whole waking up and calming down after...)

I also kind of embarrassed myself earlier with Dad. I was leaving after a chat and said "Bye dad, love you." I think about half the tavern heard, honestly.... so naturally I panicked and ran off.

Gonna be a fuuuuuun conversation later.

At least I'm down to my last item for the Starry Night Temple! I managed, in quick succession, to fish up the giant goldfish (I kind of want one, but I'd rather keep it in a pond or a big aquarium...) and a bottle with the sushi recipe!

And I swear, if I figure out who threw a sushi recipe into a pond, I might have to throw them in as revenge.

I did have to add another prep station to my cooking space, and I really hope that's the last one I need to make. My area is crowded with two of everything but the oven!

At least with making sushi the only things that smell like fish are my hands, and Kenyatta gave me some lovely-smelling lotion the other day that covered the fish ick pretty nice. I don't think I'll ever be a fish-meal person though.... yick.

But with that bout of luck, all that's left is the unicorn fish over in Bahari Bay! Ooooo, I'm excited! I want to know what'll happen when I finish this last thing off!

I also got pinged to talk to Chanye, this time by Auntie Del. He's... not a bad guy. For some reason I feel like religion talk sets my teeth on edge, but he's... I dunno, he's chill enough that I don't mind it? Maybe it's just that it's something completely unknown...

Maybe it's the fact that I still remember the voice that accompanied me on my way out of the void.

...

Anyways. Chayne.

Apparently he got so distracted trying to interpret whatever was going on with the moons that he forgot he was supposed to go look after Auni, and he was very upset with himself. You know, he jokes about the sects of his brotherhood sometimes, but I think he's got his head in the clouds just as much.

Eh. Maybe that's a little mean. More often than not, he's pretty down to earth. Maybe it's just a priest thing?

So he started getting upset about that, and muttering that he shouldn't expect himself to be an expert in human-related things. Well, I know an expert (mostly) in human related things. So I went and talked to Jina, and apparently the Phoenix moon has volcanoes on its surface!

...something about that is very familiar. A... a planet with volcanoes on it that....

Mn. And it's gone. Figures.

Anyways, the flashes of light Chayne is trying to interpret is apparently volcanoes erupting on the moon, which is honestly cool enough on its own, but Jina suggested I get something called a Moon Tablet from the Phoenix shrine.

So I did~ They weren't all that hard to find either.

I gave it to Chayne, and can the man fuss. Like, he didn't want me to put myself out by doing this, but is it putting myself out when I'm curious too? And inasmuch as I'm comfortable with, he does feel rather like a friend to me. He's never judged me for not being spiritual, or for the... stuff that happened when I first got here, before I really had my feet under me.

Heck, I was a wreck back then...

Still, he asked me to not involve anyone else until he's had time to try and interpret what's going on. Since I admittedly don't know anyone else who'd be interested, that was an easy promise to make. I mean, I might ask Lark or Orion if they have any idea, but who knows?

Oh, speaking of, I got another letter from Orion earlier.

Berry,

Pray receive mine gratitude for inviting me to your little soirée recently. Your domicile was most inspiring. I shall send thee an invitation when it transpires I have more than one freaking room. I was also grateful for your farming advice! I listened carefully, took notes, then bought some seeds from Zeki and planted them around randomly in a burst of farming exuberance. I’m pretty sure Badruu would approve.

I also took your advice and gave Tish a gift to apologize for barging into her (open) house. It worked perfectly, she loved the Sun Lily, it was the perfect way to apologize without actually telling her. Naturally after that I just blurted out what I’d done. But she wasn’t even mad! I think she treats her house like a kind of low-key second showroom or something. Very cool idea. As I left I met Reth going down the street. He seemed surprised that I’d given his sister a flower. I didn’t see what the big deal was until about twenty minutes ago. BERRY. I’VE BEEN GIVING HER SUN LILIES FOR DAYS. I JUST THOUGHT SHE LIKED THEM. WHAT DO I DO BERRY WHAT DO I DOOOOOOO.

OK, maybe that’s not a thing anymore. You said you and Jel made pins or something, right? So maybe she just likes flowers. But then Reth wouldn’t have cared. Unless he read about ancient human customs and is messing with me. That… absolutely sounds like something he’d do. Well played, sir, well played. Logic has one again provided a narrow escape from WHAT IF TISH READ THOSE BOOKS TOO BERRY HELP.

-Orion

PS: I got a fishtank but instead of putting a fish in it I put Nai’o’s carrot. Carrot understands me.

PPS: Should I be concerned that my two confidants are Berry and Carrot? I should tell Badruu that one.

I'll have to let him know about the heartdrop lilies. Though given how new he is, it's probably going to take a bit before he can give one to anyone, if he's even interested in them like that.

...hm. I should get some chocolate for Jel. He's been amazingly sweet recently, since I gave him my pin, and I've been kind of... running around like I usually do.

Something about having my pin has relaxed him. He comes over more often, for one thing. Used to be I had to specifically ask him to come over, and mention if it was for dinner, or to place games, but the past couple evenings, he's just shown up on his own, asked if he was interrupting, and when I said no, told me it was time to stop working and eat.

Well, okay, he didn't tell me, he asked how soon I was going to be done and the sneak has brought me a berry pie every time, so how can I not stop for that???

He's a brat. I think I love him.

#palia #palia online #singularity 6 #berry plays palia #palia game #palia journaling #palia journey #palia mmo #palia roleplaying

[sithlich]

this is the kin call anon from last week! i am a little shy, but i'm happy to talk like this. thank you for your response last time. i will share some of my favorite recipes with you- i know that links don't work in anonymous asks, so i hope this workaround uh, works lol. bbcgoodfood (dot) com (slash) recipes (slash) roast-new-potatoes-radishes - always making this in summer. it's so, so good. simplyhomecooked (dot) com (slash) easy-hanami-dango-recipe - did you know that dango is like weirdly easy to make at home? i didn't until recently. you can make all different kinds with this recipe too. i also like making mochi, which is kind of similar. justonecookbook (dot) com (slash) oyakodon - i don't eat meat very often personally but this dish is so nice. i haven't been able to find any mitsuba where i live though. i really want to try it... i love cooking and baking haha. you should share some of your favorite recipes too, if you want to. i hope you're having a good week.

WAAA you must be such a talented cook! i definitely want to share these with my friend who cooks for us. I think hed love to help make the oyakodon. ive never eaten a radish before, gotta try that one too. mitsuba sounds very intriguing though, i can imagine a lot of things itd be good on! i wonder if i could grow some in my garden this year....

my very favorite food in the whole wide world is tiramisu. i have never used the same recipe twice since i only make it a couple times a year. but i find its a very difficult to ruin dessert. extremely rich but not overly sugary since its predominant flavors are smooth, cold cream, espresso and rum. which i also love, thats gotta be some of the best flavors something could be.

i moved into a new house last fall and im looking forward to the growing season. im planning on testing the soil ph, building a rain collection barrel stand (so that i can use it for watering the garden), and putting some big planters in my 3 seasons room. long term i want to get some chickens as well; my area is suburban and the back of our lot has a huge thicket so i think i could get away with building a coop. legally you can keep 3 hens without a permit! i want to hand raise them.

i have been doing more physical therapy and beginners yoga! and still trying to get a job. ive been pretty morose but starting to climb out of the well yknow. not a bad week at all. :-) sorry it took so long for me to write a response, i wanted to type it on my desktop instead of my tiny phone keyboard. Ce verimm' aròppo

[eldritchsurveys]

1143.

November 2023 Survey by foxandforest

What is something you do to take care of another person (this can be as simple as sharing your Netflix account)? >> uhhhh .__. hm

Have you ever experienced something that some people who haven’t experienced it deny its existence, yet you KNOW it exists (e.g., lucid dreaming, ASMR, etc.)? >> most of the stuff that I Know about myself is stuff that is unquantifiable and therefore prone to others' scepticism. also I had no idea there were lucid dream sceptics but I guess there might as well be, huh. genuinely can't imagine a worldview where only the stuff that happens to me directly is possible and real

Have you ever had a moment where you were aware that you were the problem? Whether it was a sudden jolt or a long struggle of coming to terms with the fact that you needed to change. >> sure, I guess. I mean, I'm definitely not gonna take full responsibility for any of the bullshit that I've been involved in but I do recognise that in many situations it takes two to tango + trauma makes beasts of us all etc

What is something that a lot of people complain about but you actually enjoy? Can you see others’ criticisms as valid or do you have a totally different experience? >> a small sample of things I enjoy but I've heard a lot of complaints from others about: summer, mornings, questing in MMOs, having bugs/spiders in your house, and those recipe blogs with the stories before the recipe obviously anyone's criticism of a thing is their opinion and their opinion is allowed to exist. my experience of the thing is apparently different and that's fine. just leave me out of the complaint circle

Is there anything that you’ve been hearing about lately that’s piqued your curiosity? Whether by wanting to see what the hype is all about or clocking something new and upcoming. >> a mutual has been goin on about Alan Wake 2 which I know less than nothing about and I am curious but I have a weird mental block on lookin into it now for reasons that I would rather examine privately

If you needed to come up with an extra $500 per month for a bill, how would you do it (e.g., rearrange budget, pick up work, etc.)? >> I... literally couldn't. I would just lose access to the thing

Have you ever broken up with someone due to a belief you both wouldn’t compromise on (be it political opinions, other values or lifestyle goals such as travel or having children)? >> I don't think so

When was the last time you did something that required a degree of tenacity/noticeable assertiveness? >> whew

What is a trait that you have noticed in yourself that you’re not sure that you love, but you’re also not sure that you want to change? >> I don't always love my eleventy-billion protective mechanisms but I also think they exist for a reason and I don't want them to disappear, I don't want to be wide open for the entire world or anything. I just want them to be a little less hair-trigger and a little less hardcore

What is a fascinating article you've read or documentary/educational video/podcast you've seen recently? >> I just watched Like Stories of Old's new video which was about the Marvelisation of media, yknow, the same old shit everyone's been talkin about. but I like the way LSOO parses and talks about things, so

Do you keep track of your favorites across the year? What are some of the things you consistently loved this year? It could be anything from books to music to products to hobbies to topics/genres/themes, etc. >> I actually just started doin that this year because I got so tired of not remembering a single thing about myself or my tastes or things I've enjoyed, and I figured it was easier to just start making lists instead of beating myself up about it. the way this question is posed is making me draw a blank on how to answer it, though

When you find something you want to go out and do (an event or just going out for a treat), is it easy for you to find the motivation to go do it on your own or do you try to find someone else to encourage you to do it? >> I have no choice but to either motivate my own self to go or to just eat the consequence of not going and no the motivation is never easy for me to summon but all I can do is try and try again and see what happens each time

What is the last situation you can remember where you thought something was unfair to you or a loved one? .

What is something that you have a knack for or that comes effortlessly to you? Was it always like this? >> the English language, I guess. as in, I've never struggled with spelling, pronunciation, or style rules. I pick up on the rules of both Standard and Vernacular versions of English easily and I can switch between them fluidly. I have struggled with comprehension in the past especially as it relates to hyperlexia (I started reading very early and my reading level was always advanced, but being able to read doesn't always mean being able to comprehend -- unfortunately that's not a distinction the adults around me cared to recognise, probably because that would get in the way of treating me like a show pony) but that's about it, and obviously my comprehensive abilities improved with age

What is a quality that you have wanted in a partner or friend but never found? Do you still crave it or did it lose its importance? >> whoof. actually been coming to terms with the fact that I crave more than I thought I did, and now I have to contend with that because I can't suppress it and pretend my needs don't exist anymore. which doesn't feel great, because now I'm constantly aware of my constantly unmet needs. (which is why suppression and denial exists as a coping strategy in the first place! because this shit sucks!) one of the things I've never experienced in a relationship with another person is like... warmth. delight. enthusiasm about my existence, a strong expressed desire to be with me and explore life with me and connect deeply with me. not without a heavy transactional component (that I could never meet, because it was rigged), anyway. I don't even know how I would get this, because apparently either it's in short supply or I'm just not the kind of person capable of inspiring delight in people

Is there a confrontation (even a gentle calling out) you have imagined having with someone but more than likely you will let it go? >> that's me with Sparrow literally all the time. like why bother at this point, it is what it is

Could you see yourself realistically living in a different city than the one you live in now? Do you have any plans in the works to actually move there eventually? >> I constantly fantasise about living somewhere else. I don't want to live here, I've never wanted to live here, but we genuinely couldn't live the way we were living anymore and this was better than dying. when and whether I live somewhere else ever again is not up to me at this point, so, I don't know. I try not to think about it too deeply because life is hard enough and also because of the shame factor ("you should be grateful" "you want too much" etc)

#survey #random survey

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Not one to know much about Art, let alone church dining hall breakfasts and coffee

Make no mistake: You can't enjoy a serious day at the Minnesota State Fair without having a generous breakfast. Even more so if it's from one of the two remaining church-sponsored dining halls therein, holdouts from a fallout beginning in the mid-1970's when many churches ended their dining hall traditions because inflation cutting into ingredient costs, public unease over cheap, starchy foods as seemed to dominate the menus, and inability to find volunteers willing to pull off lunch counter duty from their congregations.

This case happens to be the dining hall of Salem Evangelical Lutheran Church in Minneapolis, in close proximity to the Arts Center and Eco Experience. Which as much yours truly as Huckleberry Hound patronised for a pancake breakfast complemented by their Swedish Egg Coffee--remarkably clear, less acidic in taste and unmistakably decent.

Not to mention at the table across what passed for the aisle of the dining hall no less than Touché Turtle and his Old English Sheepdog compadre, Dum-Dum, also tucked into an old-school breakfast complemented with Swedish Egg Coffee. As if the pancakes weren't rather light-textured and delectable, even with decent Minnesota butter and warm maple syrup--

"Has it ever come across to you how many have mistaken yours truly for that mascot which the Cayman Islands uses for its logotype?" asked Touché Turtle over another mouthful of pancakes.

"At least the plumed hat is something of a giveaway," Huckleberry Hound responded. Which had Touché giggling somewhat.

Dum-Dum, who, alongside Touché "himself," can get to be likable in his own way, though unnerving in certain high-peril situations and scenarios, couldn't help but remark with some drollery about the time The Great Gazoo, otherwise the conscience of Fred Flintstone, greeted Dum-Dum with that trademark address otherwise reserved for Mr. Flintstone, "Hello, dum-dum!" ... only to point out that it was Dum-Dum he was talking to. "Which, as you can guess, had Gazoo realising he was caught in a much different time-space continuum in spotting yours truly!"

"At least you can laugh about it nowadays," saith I.

"Even when you consider," Dum-Dum added, "where I've spent time over recent summers houseboating with Bristlehound on the Upper Mississippi."

"Which must seem rather fascinating right there," Huck remarked as the waitress refilled his coffee as much as mine.

"Just us two, taking it easy, relaxing on a sandbar for the night ... or even at the municipal boat harbour, sleeping on the roof of our houseboat on warmish nights. And Touché 'himself' adding a little spice to things."

"Not to mention," Huck remarked, "from what I understand, finding some interest in Friday-night fish fry."

"However did you know about that?" responded Dum-Dum, adding "Still, our kind of fish fry is the all-you-can-eat sort, especially where it's beer-battered fish, French fries, cole slaw and rather creamy tartar sauce."

Touché chimed in, "And what better beverage for fish fry than iced tea?" Dum-Dum chimed in, "You certainly have it there, Touché!"

Yours truly was thinking to himself for a moment what exactly iced tea would taste like with some Robinson's Lemon Barley Water from jolly olde England in lieu of the lemon juice ... but still, what a breakfast ensueth!

(Oh, and did I mention where we brought in Touché Turtle and Dum-Dum, not to mention Pixie and Dixie even, to the fall road trip, as if Yakky Doodle and Chopper weren't already part and parcel?)

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In keeping with the established habit here, I've brought in the famous old recipe Salem Evangelical Lutheran's Dining Hall uses for Swedish Egg Coffee--which, in this instance, is intended mainly for crowds, 48 cups even!!

Bring one gallon of freshly-drawn cold water to the boil in a splatterware container of like volume.

In a separate splatterware container of one gallon, mix together three pounds of ground coffee, one egg (shell and all) and enough water as would barely moisten the coffee.

Pour the boiled water into the container with the coffee mixture, and brew such just until the coffee comes to boiling. Remove from the heat and strain through cheesecloth in decanting the brew into a coffee urn or vacuum pot before serving.

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[xunjingdianxue]

这是我用中药浓缩的膏药，治疗带状疱疹的 十几分钟就能止住疼，最多二贴痊愈， Wang's Ancestral Secret Recipe Plaster, Cures Herpes Zoster 王保龙王氏祖传秘方膏药特效治愈带状疱疹 Slow talking herpes zoster 1: The folk rumor goes, "If you have a string of chicken pox like a snake on your body, when it reaches its' head 'and' tail ', you will be helpless." What is this disease called? Some people call it, "Waist Wrapping Dragon", "Waist Wrapping Fire Pill", "Waist Wrapping Snake", "Snake Egg Sore", "Flying Snake Egg" Its real scientific name is "herpes zoster". Who is susceptible to herpes zoster? Generally speaking, the older you are, the more likely you are to have this problem. Once it happens, the more serious the problem will be and the slower you will recover. But this does not mean that only the elderly with low immunity will have this problem, and the young people who often stay up all night are also vulnerable. In recent years, herpes zoster has occurred at a high rate, especially in the hot and humid environment in summer. People are easily trapped by "dampness", which reduces their immunity. For example, after working overtime for many days, problems suddenly appear, or after a high fever, poor sleep, too much pressure, and women's physiological period are all factors that can easily lead to poor immunity and problems. 2: How does Chinese medicine deal with herpes zoster? The most frightening part of herpes zoster is pain. How painful is it? One netizen who had suffered from herpes zoster described it this way: "The right side of my back is covered with blisters. Even the slight friction of my clothes can make me cry out. Sometimes when I am walking on the road, I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my back like being struck by lightning, which makes me want to hit the wall with my head." If the patient is not recuperated in time, this kind of problem is also easy to develop into recurrent and prolonged postherpetic neuralgia, which is painful and painful. It is clinically found that the older you are, the higher the probability of leaving sequelae. Generally, young people feel less pain and get better quickly, while older people feel more pain. If the method is appropriate, you can stop the pain for more than ten minutes, and it will be better in two or three days. (Case) Sequela of herpes zoster Female, 62 years old, has been looking for me to treat herpes zoster for 14 years. He said that he had been in hospital for 28 days. Although he was getting worse and worse, his muscles were stiff. The area of his right chest and back was too large. He could not sleep because of the pain and his head was crooked. His wife had my phone before and lost it. He probably knew that I was from that area. I had moved away from the former clinic. When I couldn't find it, the children believed in the big hospital. As a result, it was getting heavier and heavier, so they had to work hard to find me. Contact me well. I found my home in the evening. The patient's face was yellow and his eyes could not open. I looked at the lesion, and put two patches of plaster on it. After ten minutes, the patient said that the patch had a great effect. The chest still hurt, and then put two patches on the chest. After ten minutes, she said she was comfortable. She also looked red and her eyes opened. He gave her another packet of medicinal tea. Let her go back and call tomorrow. The next day, I called to say that the place where the medicine was applied did not hurt. I also fell asleep last night, but my neck and shoulder felt uncomfortable. I asked her to come again. She was diagnosed with cervical spondylosis. Because of the pain, she always tilted her head. It has been a month. I have treated her for cervical spondylosis three times, and it is OK. Wang Baolong, inheritor of Wang's Tongshun Acupoint Pointing Method Cases Herpes zoster sequela Female, 50 years old, in the summer of 2018, came to consult me about the pain on the outside of her calf. After my diagnosis, I had nothing to do with my waist and knee, and I couldn't tell if the outside of my lower leg was painful. Ask her what happened before the pain and what disease she had. She said that she had herpes zoster and had lost liquid for a week. It was just good. Hearing her say, I immediately understood the sequela of herpes zoster. Although the blisters disappeared and the pain was no longer unbearable, the muscles were stiff, and it was uncomfortable to walk hard, and there was a sense of pain. She ordered three li, a mouth, a hanging bell, a Yang Ling, a Yin Ling, and the tendons of Kunlun. She said she was relaxed and her muscles were still hard. She put plaster on her again. After waiting for ten minutes, she said that the plaster really worked. She asked me for another one and left. Call me in three days and say it's all right. Teacher Wang Baolong Tel. WeChat: 13933150296   慢话带状疱疹 1： 民间传言：“如果你的身上长了一串像蛇一样的水痘，等它长到‘头’跟‘尾’连起来了，人也就没救了。” 这种病叫什么?有人叫它，缠腰龙、缠腰火丹、缠腰蛇、蛇蛋疮、飞蛇蛋... 而它真正的学名叫“带状疱疹”。 如果您 有相关疾病请联系 王保龙老师电话微信：13933150296

[douchebagbrainwaves]

APPARENTLY OUR SITUATION WAS NOT UNUSUAL

Enjoy it while it lasts, and get as much done as you can, because you haven't hired any bureaucrats yet. Sites of this type will get their attention. The fact that there's no conventional number. Don't fix Windows, because the remaining. And what drives them both is the number of new shares to the angel; if there were 1000 shares before the deal, this means 200 additional shares. This is not as selfish as it sounds. For the average startup fails. It spread from Fortran into Algol and then to depend on it happening. Seeing the system in use by real users—people they don't know—gives them lots of new ideas is practically virgin territory.

Auto-retrieving spam filters would make the legislator who introduced the bill famous. When someone's working on a problem where their success can be measured, you win. I was a Reddit user when the opposite happened there, and sitting in a cafe feels different from working. However, the easiest and cheapest way for them to do it gets you halfway there. No one uses pen as a verb in spoken English. We'd ask why we even hear about new languages like Perl and Python, the claim of the Python hackers seems to be as big as possible wants to attract everyone. Conditionals. Poetry is as much music as text, so you start to doubt yourself. Between them, these two facts are literally a recipe for exponential growth. In languages, as in any really bold undertaking, merely deciding to do it. I fly over the Valley: somehow you can sense something is going on.

It's easy to be drawn into imitating flaws, because they're trying to ignore you out of existence. Google. Long words for the first time should be the ideas expressed there. If a link is just an empty rant, editors will sometimes kill it even if it's on topic in the sense of beating the system, not breaking into computers. As long as you're at a point in your life when you can bear the risk of failure. I'm less American than I seem. The distinction between expressions and statements. So perhaps the best solution is to add a few more checks on public companies. Let me repeat that recipe: finding the problem intolerable and feeling it must be true that only 1.

Well, I said a good rule of thumb was to stay upwind—to work on a Python project than you could to work on a problem that seems too big, I always ask: is there some way to bite off some subset of the problem. A company that needed to build a factory or hire 50 people obviously needed to raise a large round and risk losing the investors you already have if you can't raise the full amount. And isn't popularity to some extent its own justification? I realize I might seem to be any less committed to the business. Surely that's mere prudence? The measurement of performance will tend to push even the organizations issuing credentials into line. Number 6 is starting to have a piratical gleam in their eye. About a year after we started Y Combinator that the most important skills founders need to learn. When the company goes public, the SEC will carefully study all prior issuances of stock by the company and demand that it take immediate action to cure any past violations of securities laws. Within a few decades old, and rapidly evolving. I didn't say so, but I'm British by birth. Investors tend to resist committing except to the extent you can.

I'm talking to companies we fund? But if we can decide in 20 minutes, should it take anyone longer than a couple days when he presented to investors at Demo Day, the more demanding the application, the more demanding the application, the more extroverted of the two founders did most of the holes are. We funded them because we liked the founders so much. And such random factors will increasingly be able to brag that he was an investor. You'd feel like an idiot using pen instead of write in a different language than they'd use if they were expressed that way. The safest plan for him personally is to stick close to the margin of failure, and the time preparing for it beforehand and thinking about it afterward. The theory is that minor forms of bad behavior encourage worse ones: that a neighborhood with lots of graffiti and broken windows becomes one where robberies occur. S s: n. Bootstrapping Consulting Some would-be founders may by now be thinking, why deal with investors at all, it means you don't need them.

It's not just that you can't judge ideas till you're an expert in a field. And the way to do it gets you halfway there. Angels who only invest occasionally may not themselves know what terms they want. But the raison d'etre of all these institutions has been the same kind of aberration, just spread over a longer period. If someone pays $20,000 from their friend's rich uncle, who they give 5% of the company they take is artificially low. But because seed firms operate in an earlier phase, they need to spend a lot on marketing, or build some kind of announcer. There are millions of small businesses in America, but only a little; they were both meeting someone they had a lot in common with. We present to him what has to be treated as a threat to a company's survival. S i; return s;; This falls short of the spec because it only works for integers. He said their business model was crap.

I was a philosophy major. Programs often have to work actively to prevent your company growing into a weed tree, dependent on this source of easy but low-margin money. And I was a philosophy major. This leads to the phenomenon known in the Valley is watching them. I definitely didn't prefer it when the grass was long after a week of rain. As many people have noted, one of the questions we pay most attention to when judging applications. I'd like to reply with another question: why do people think it's hard to predict, till you try, how long it will take to become profitable. Raising money is the better choice, because new technology is usually more valuable now than later. The purpose of the committee is presumably to ensure that is to create a successful company?

One recently told me that he did as a theoretical exercise—an effort to define a more convenient alternative to the Turing Machine. This is actually less common than it seems: many have to claim they thought of the idea after quitting because otherwise their former employer would own it. If you look at these languages in order, Java, and Visual Basic—it is not so frivolous as it sounds, however. VCs they have introductions to. VCs ask, just point out that you're inexperienced at fundraising—which is always a safe card to play—and you feel obliged to do the same for any firm you talk to. The lower your costs, the more demanding the application, the more important it is to sell something to you, the writer, the false impression that you're saying more than you have. What happens in that shower?

Thanks to Dan Bloomberg, Trevor Blackwell, Garry Tan, Nikhil Pandit, Reid Hoffman, Geoff Ralston, Slava Akhmechet, Paul Buchheit, Ben Horowitz, and Greg McAdoo for the lulz.

#automatically generated text #Markov chains #Paul Graham #Python #Patrick Mooney #company #Dan #encourage #Pandit #employer #thumb #threat #aberration #laws #businesses #Reid #philosophy #failure #millions #statements

[stxleslyds]

MY TOUGHTS ON THE END OF RED HOOD BY CHIP ZDARSKY.

Dishonour! Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow! 

Well Jason Nation, it happened again, fanon wins over canon. The amount of bullshit that DC made Zdarsky write in this issue is insane, I have never seen this many fanfiction tropes shoved in a single issue in my life.

This book has been a constant insult to Jason’s character and his Red Hood “persona” since the very first issue but I never thought it would end this badly. It’s incredibly sad.

I will go ahead and say it, this tumblr and this post is not “Batfamily” friendly and it definitely isn’t fanon friendly when it comes to Jason Todd.

Fanon is destroying canon for Jason Todd. I am sorry but that’s how I see it, fanon doesn’t belong in canon, I would never get tired of saying that. But here is the thing, DC latches on to Jason’s fanon version because it fits their narrative of “the Batman is all that is right and all must follow his rules or they shall disappear”.

DC has been dying to make Jason bland and flavourless just like Batman. And now here it finally is.

Let’s be honest the story in this book, the new drug, Cheer, Tyler and his mom, none of that shaped this story, none of those things were the support beams for it. It was all about this never ending “daddy issues” thing that DC pretends is going on between Jason and Bruce.

It was all about those two fighting because they “think differently” so in the end they can push Jason towards the “no killing rule” being also the Red Hood’s modus operandi.

Its utter bullshit.

From the moment that Jason had to put a bat suit on I knew that this was going to be a mess. Luckily like I predicted they didn’t make a big deal out of him wearing it but the “Jason admires Batman” feeling was very present in the issue.

I will not talk about how easy it was for that one thug to land a punch on Jason while he was distracted and I will also not talk about Jason being a dumbass for not securing his dumb mask better when he knew the fight will involve gases. I will not talk about it.

Anyway, let’s talk about the Cheer Gas induced illusion, shall we?

In Jason’s illusion he finds Bruce at the manor looking at the picture of Joker’s death (?) and even though that is strange what Bruce says next is even weirder, he says this: “I did it. He was the last one, but I did it…Joker is dead. I am done.”

Now what the hell was that? This is Jason’s illusion, and by the looks of it in his illusion Bruce has killed every baddie in Gotham and left the Joker for last? Am I reading that right? Is this this a joke?

I understand that this is an illusion so the gas is making “real” things that Jason probably doesn’t know he wants, like wanting Bruce to go on a killing spree, which Jason never wanted because he said it himself, do you guys remember the iconic “I’m not talking about killing Cobblepot and Scarecrow or Clayface. Not Riddler or Dent…I’m talking about HIM. Just him.” Because I remember and it’s so important to Jason’s character, Jason never wanted Bruce to go on a killing spree, he wanted Bruce to kill the clown who had killed him when he was only fifteen. Is that so hard to remember DC?

And then it gets worse! Since WHEN has Jason wanted a perfect family life with the people that he has tried to kill, harm or looked down to? Why is “being with a bunch of people who NEVER get together for anything other than “help” the Bat in a fight against a fucking clown” the idea of happiness to Jason? Has this man ever interacted with any of these people in a positive way without the intrusion of a Batman/Robin event in the way? I will give you the answer, it’s no, the answer is no.

Jason Todd doesn’t care for your “Batfamily” bullshit DC, why would it matter to him? Because he was Robin? He was killed by the Joker when he was Robin, and he was killed because the man in charge of him didn’t pay enough attention! Jason Todd who was written as Dick Grayson’s number one hater for so long (and fandom loves that) is now having an illusion where he enjoys happy times with him along the others? Cass and Stephanie? What? Am I missing something, is this actually AO3, is this fanfiction?

I think Zdarsky got confused, this illusion is what would happen if Jason were dosed with fear gas. That must be it, I solved it everyone! Zdarsky just got confused by his own writing!

I wish.

Let’s go back to the sad reality, Jason has a moment in which he actually puts all his training in motion and shakes of the gas’s grasp on him. He does that but he is grabbed by so many people (who are this people?) and he is unarmed and I believe that’s the only reason why Cheer is still alive after saying that he has someone in Tyler’s mom’s hospital room ready to kill her if he doesn’t join him.

(If this were the real Jason, Cheer would have dropped dead instantly.)

But this is not the real Jason and this is not a *real* comic, it’s fanfiction! So just like that time in Batman #100 when Dick was fighting alone as Nightwing (for the first time since his “family” left him alone after losing his memories) the rest of the “family” shows up to fight Cheer and four random thugs.

Yep, its like the MCU had considered having Cap say “Avengers Assemble” when they were fighting a couple of robots instead of Thanos.

What a mess.

Also having Jason say, in real life (not illusion world), “You know what happiness is? It’s knowing that others have your back.” about this group of people is the perfect recipe for a big OOC moment for absolutely everyone. I cannot believe they have dragged Jason back to this awful concept and that they have sank him so low. It’s quite honestly, disgusting.

But the horrors don’t end there, we have a wonderful moment after Jason gives Batman the antidote, Jason stops Batman from punching the living shit out of Cheer. Because I am not stupid. There is no way in the world that you can convince me that Jason just stopped Batman from killing Cheer.

How incredibly delusional do you have to be to write Batman finally killing someone and that someone being Cheer, a guy that was introduced to comics two months ago?

Yes, later its said that between the gas and the antidote Bruce was a little too crazy and couldn’t help himself BUT I call bullshit once more, because Bruce has gone completely bat-shit-crazy on people before! I remember two recent instances in which that happened. Batman #57 in which Bruce beats the living shit out of KGBeast after he shot Dick. And the other one is Batman beating up Jason more brutally than he ever beat up Joker in RHatO #25.

DC cannot fuck with me. I might has bought this digital comic for 8 dollars but I am not buying that bullshit.

ALSO, there was no need for Zdarsky to do Jason as dirty as he did him when he made him say: “If you are going to come down from mount judgement to MY level for once… he’s not the guy to do it for.”

Zdarsky, why did you write a Red Hood story when you hate Red Hood? Couldn’t you have just told DC that you wanted to write a love letter to Batman? Once again, I am reading a Red Hood story for RED HOOD content not Batman content. Is it really that hard? I bet that if Zdarsky had asked DC to let him write a Batman story they would have said yes, there are like 20 Batman stories, they wouldn’t say no to one more!

Can you tell I am mad? And salty?

This post is so long and so full of anger, I am truly sorry for that but I have to write these feelings down or I would explode. And I am not even done, our suffering, Jason Nation, continues.

But first a little break from the pain, Tyler. Thank you after all the pain this book has given me Tyler is back and just like I predicted his mom is fine and he will stay with her, they both have been given a place and money to rebuild their life (not given by Jason nor Dick but I was close enough). The only happy ending that Tyler could have, he had and I am thankful for that, we even got a little adorable moment between the Red Hood and the Blue Hood.

I am weak for these little glimpses of a good Jason take in the middle of an incredibly awful/OOC story. And just to live in my own fantasy world I will headcanon that Jason promised himself to keep an eye out for Tyler and his mom. He would have wanted to know about their life and that they are still out of trouble.

Jason is a good man, don’t you forget that DC, I don’t care how much you twist it. Jason killing Tyler’s dad wasn’t a horrible act, it was fair game. That man was a horrible person, he drugged his child and made his wife (?) almost overdose. You never gave context as to why that man was working as a drug dealer but you told us those things so Jason should never feel like he did something wrong. As far as we know, Tyler and his mom are better off without him.

Having said that, lets go back to the pain of what is reading a Red Hood story.

“I’m giving up the guns.”

You know what, fine, as long as DC doesn’t pull another “I will stop being Red Hood for you Barbara” I will be fine. He can kill people with other things, he used to have the all-blades, he had normal swords and he had crowbars.

I will sacrifice Jason looking hot as hell when he pulls out his guns just to keep him as the Red Hood, all DC has to do is not give him that stupid… bat… symbol… oh no…. oh my god I can feel it… that thing, that horrible thing is making a comeback! NO!

Jason and Bruce’s talk is basic and it doesn’t do anything for anyone, in the end saying that Jason isn’t changing his ways for Bruce but that he is doing it for himself is more of the same. We know he is doing it for Bruce and we know DC is doing it because they cannot handle good, complex and interesting characters. We know that and sadly we have to live with it.

About Bruce’s illusion, well, Bruce has said that he wanted to kill the clown for a very long time and in the King run it was basically said that if Bruce were to be happy then the idea of Batman would die.

Listen, between me and you, sometimes I think that the Joker isn’t that big of a problem for Gotham as a whole, that clown has beef with the Bat and no one else. If Bruce has killed the Joker Jason would have been happy with Bruce all those years ago but killing the Joker wouldn’t make Gotham a safe place and any of his kids happier.

Bruce needs to care for his children, but he won’t do that, he has Dick for that. Taking care and raising Damian? No, thank you, I will not do that. Giving a shit about my son who lost all his memories and is alone? No thank you, I won’t do that and then I will lie about having watched him over. Tim? Oh, never heard of him, sorry.

The last page of this story is the one of Jason arriving home and finding a new suit that Bruce gave him with the bat symbol on it. That symbol that he had ripped off of Jason’s beat up body back in RHatO #25 (nope, I am not letting that one go).

Oh, and Bruce leaving that suit in Jason’s home gives me the same exact vibes as the time that Bruce was like “Long overdue. This is where you belong. As one of us. One of the family” in Nightwing #74 a second after Dick had regained his memories.

I don’t know why but they make him sound incredibly cold and like these people are just his pawns that he needs to rope back in every time they get away from him. It’s very disturbing.

Anyway, that’s all from me, I obviously LOVED this book, best Jason Todd/Red Hood characterisation ever! 11/10 would recommend to everyone including my enemies!

🙃

#jason todd #Jason Todd #red hood #Red Hood #batman urban legends #urban legends #urban legends red hood #red hood and the outlaws #red hood outlaw #dc comics

[ayybtch]

Snickerdoodles

Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 2 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,198

Chapter Warnings: so sweet it’ll give you a cavity, some not so subtle wlw yearning from the reader, and a brief little moment of angst that will make you want to hug Wanda

A/N: A special thank you to @thefallenbibliophilequote for giving this a beta read for me! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

You were sitting at home watching TV when your phone lit up with a text notification from Wanda. You smiled and leaned over to grab your phone. 

Bucky is asking about chocolate chip cookies again. He’s driving me nuts!

You chuckled at the message as you typed out a reply, I’m not sure if I should be flattered or annoyed for your sake at how persistent he is. Though, we should probably take it as a sign you’re due for another baking lesson. How do snickerdoodles sound? 

Wanda agreed almost immediately and the two of you worked out a time for later that week. 

Mindlessly, you scrolled back up and started rereading some of your old conversations. It had been just over two weeks since Wanda had found her way into the bakery and made her disastrous batch of chocolate chip cookies. She had texted you not long after she left the bakery that night and the two of you had texted sporadically since. Her texts had started off very polite, if not outright formal. 

Hi. It’s Wanda. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really do appreciate what you did today.

That had been her first message. Since then, the messages gradually became more casual. Most recently she had sent you a video Sam had recorded of Bucky begging her to make cookies on their flight home from a mission with nothing more than a series of eye-roll emojis. 

It was strange having a superhero take time out of her day to text you. Though, you couldn't deny the fact that each time she did, it left you grinning like an idiot. It’s not that you think poorly of yourself or that you thought you weren’t worthy of being friends with someone like her; it had far more to do with how unexpected it was. In fact, the whole process of meeting her was unexpected. How many other people alive were lucky enough to say that an Avenger casually walked into their kitchen asking to bake cookies? 

And how many people could say they had anyone, let alone an Avenger, smile at them the way Wanda smiled at you? 

You groaned at your own stupidity and forced yourself to put your phone down. That was enough ridiculousness for the day. You didn’t need to feed into this silly little crush you were developing. Wanda was your friend, nothing more. 

It was three days later when Wanda finally walked back into the bakery. She stepped inside right as you finished tying your apron around your waist. You greeted her with a bright smile, which she returned in kind. 

“Hey, how has your day been?” you asked. 

She shrugged, “It’s been a day but something tells me it’s about to get better.” 

You tried not to show how flustered her words made you and rushed over to the sink to wash your hands. Wanda stood next to you and waited patiently for her turn. While she was washing her hands, you started speaking. 

“Okay so, snickerdoodles are the best cookies in existence and are stupid easy to make. Most of the process is similar to what we did for chocolate chip cookies, but there are a few differences. Why don’t we start off with having you refamiliarize yourself with where everything is in here?” You hand her the recipe you had written out for her, “Here you go. Grab everything you can find.”

Wanda read through the list carefully and was soon rummaging through the cabinets. She set each ingredient on the counter next to you as she found it until it looked like she had most of her items, but she kept pausing to reread the list. Her eyebrows were furrowed together as she turned to look back into the fridge, only to come back to the counter empty-handed.

 Her expression was a mixture of confusion and determination at the same time as her eyes focused on the ingredient list. It shouldn’t have been as cute as it was, but you couldn’t help but stare at the woman in front of you. It was almost shocking how green they were. Even when sad, her eyes were filled with warmth and kindness. Her mouth twisted slightly and drew your attention downwards. Were they naturally that pink? Or had she lucked out and found the most perfect shade of pink lipstick? They looked so soft and plump too, perfect lips for kissing...

You snapped back into focus as she said your name. “I’m sorry what was that? My mind drifted.”

She smiled and repeated herself. “The only things I’m missing are Crisco and cream of tartar. I looked in the fridge for the cream of tartar, but I didn’t see it and I have no idea where to begin with Crisco.”

You nodded as you walked towards one of the cabinets, opening it up as you began to speak. “I like your reasoning behind the cream of tartar, but unfortunately its name is a bit misleading. It’s a powder so it’s in the same cabinet as the cinnamon and sugar. The Crisco is up here too.”

You grabbed both items and set them next to the rest of the ingredients. Wanda picked up the can of Crisco and looked at it curiously. 

“What is vegetable shortening?” she asked. She opened up the can and stared at the white solid inside. “It almost looks like butter, but it’s also so white it almost looks like plastic?” The confusion on her face perfectly matched the confusion that seeped into her voice. 

You nodded along as she spoke, “It’s kind of like butter, which you can also use for this recipe if you wanted to. I think they turn out better when you make them with Crisco personally so I’ll only use butter if I’m in a pinch.

“Okay, so now we’re going to measure out two cups of Crisco into the mixer and start creaming it. From there we’ll gradually start adding in the sugar, cream of tartar, salt, and baking soda.”

Wanda nodded and got to work. As she scooped out the Crisco and smushed it into the measuring cup, she made a face that had you grinning.

“What’s with the look?”

She made it again as she continued working. “Don’t laugh at me, but it feels funny. I know it’s not that different from butter, but I usually don’t have to touch butter this much to figure out the amount! It’s gross.”

You didn’t laugh but continued to grin for the entire time she measured out the Crisco. A sigh of relief left her as she finally finished with the Crisco and got to wash her hands.

“These better be the best cookies on the planet after making me touch that,” she said, giving you a teasing look.

A sheepish smile spread across your face as she spoke. “I hate to tell you this...but you’re going to end up touching the cookie dough again. Like, you are going to be touching it a lot.” You cut off her groan and continued to the next step in the recipe, “Now we’re going to add the eggs and milk.” 

She nodded and began measuring out how much milk she needed. Once that was done, the eggs were added in and she turned the mixer back on. She waited a few minutes before turning the mixer back off. “Time for the flour now, yes?” she asked, turning to face you. You nodded and she began measuring it out.

After the last of the flour was added, she reached for the switch on the mixer.

Before you even thought to remind her to start slow, the mixer was going full speed and flour was flying everywhere. Wanda rushed to turn it off but by the time she did, she was covered head to toe in a dusting of flour. 

She stared over at you with wide eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

You had heard her laugh before, but never like this. This was full-bellied, tears running down her face laughter. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Hell, you were willing to bet it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever be fortunate enough to hear. Soon you were laughing along with her.

Each time the laughter started to die, Wanda looked down at her clothing and burst out laughing all over again. It took almost five minutes for the two of you to calm down enough to even start to think about getting back to the cookies. 

“Well, I guess I’m doing laundry after this.” She shook her head rapidly and more flour came floating down off her hair, making her giggle. “And I think a shower might also be in order.” 

You started laughing again at her words. “We’ll have to get you an apron to help protect your clothes. Though, if you keep turning a mixer on to full speed like that it still won’t do you much good,” you teased. 

Wanda stuck out her tongue in response before slowly starting the mixer back up. She stared into the bowl as the flour began to mix in with the rest of the ingredients and her face twisted.

“How do we know that there’s enough flour still in there with how much just flew out?” 

You just shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. If it’s too sticky when we start trying to form the balls we’ll add in some more.”

The dough mixed for another couple of minutes before Wanda turned it off. You leaned over and pinched off a tiny piece of the dough and rolled it around in your hands before popping it into your mouth. 

A satisfied hum left your mouth and you nodded enthusiastically. “It’s perfect,” you said. “No need for anything extra.” You reached into a drawer and grabbed two spoons before handing one to Wanda. 

“So what we’re going to do now is roll them into small little balls about an inch in size. Once they’re as round as we can get them, we’re going to roll them around in the cinnamon and sugar.” You gestured towards the two bowls in front of you. “Any questions?”

Wanda shook her head no and the two of you got to work.

It didn’t take long for Wanda to get the hang of making the individual rolls and coating them evenly in the cinnamon and sugar mixture. A comfortable silence fell over you as the first batch was placed on the baking trays.

“So, what made you want to become a baker?”

You smiled as you answered, “My parents both cooked a lot when I was growing up so being in the kitchen is like second nature to me. My dad and I spent a lot of time baking together around the holidays and as I got older, I was put in charge of making whatever treats we wanted. By the time I graduated high school, I couldn’t see myself doing anything else.” Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “What about you? What did you want to be before you became a superhero?” 

“Definitely not a baker,” she teased, a grin spreading across her face. You chuckled and she continued. “I wanted to be a lot of different things, but one of the most consistent things was being an actress. I always thought it would be fun to star in a cheesy sitcom.” 

You grinned at the thought. “You’d make a great sitcom character! Though it would be such a waste of great material if your character could bake. Between the salt last time and the flour just a minute ago, you’ve naturally got some great material right here.” 

“If you don’t stop that, I will throw this cookie dough at you,” she groaned. You wiggled your eyebrows at her words. 

“You know, that has to be one of the least threatening things someone has ever said to me,” you teased. 

She groaned again and changed topics. “So how did you end up working here? It’s not exactly your average place to start looking for a baking job.”

You laughed and nodded along. She had a point, this was a very strange place to work in general but especially for someone who bakes for a living.  “Technically, I don’t actually work for SHIELD. I’m just on loan from Stark Industries. ” She looked over at you curiously so you continued.

“I catered an event once that Tony went to, back in his pre-Iron Man days. He offered me a stupid amount of money to come work for him so I did. Right around the time he started working closely with SHIELD, I had some...creative differences with one of the other bakers he had employed so I was able to transfer over here.” 

Wanda had all but stopped working as you spoke. “What do you mean by ‘creative differences’? How do bakers have creative differences?” 

“It’s more of a euphemism than anything. She was my ex. We broke up and it was just a little rocky working with her after that, you know? We were still professional and all, but there was enough underlying tension that I didn’t hesitate to apply when they told us about this position.” 

She nodded and slowly started working again. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke again. 

“Well, I’m sorry that things didn’t work out between you and her. Breakups are never easy.” Her voice was gentle and honest, which made you smile.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. People don’t work out sometimes and that’s okay.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you continued, “Besides, she thinks snickerdoodles taste better when you make them with butter. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.”

The two of you burst out laughing and the conversation resumed.

Almost an hour later, six dozen cookies were carefully being set into plastic baggies for Wanda to carry back to the Avengers quarters. Each batch had cooked up perfectly and you couldn’t help but melt at the proud look on Wanda’s face. With every batch that came out just as perfect as the last, her confidence grew until she was smiling so brightly she overpowered everything else in the room. 

As she finished sealing the last bag, a satisfied hum left her and she turned to face you. 

“Once again, I don’t even know where to begin thanking you. Not only for the cookies but for the time we spent together this afternoon. It’s not often that I meet people who treat me like a normal person.” Her voice was dripping with gratitude as she spoke and your face felt hot. 

“Once again,” you teased, mirroring her words, “There is nothing to be thanking me for. I’m always happy to help when and where I can. But, we should probably at least try the cookies first before anything else.”

Wanda nodded enthusiastically and quickly pulled two cookies back out of the baggies. She handed you one before grabbing hers and taking her first bite. 

She let out a satisfied hum as she chewed. “This is the best cookie I have ever tasted in my life,” she mumbled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she spoke. She paused abruptly and her eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh my god, I’m turning into Bucky!” she groaned, “I did not just moan over a cookie and talk with my mouth full. What is wrong with me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, if you’re going to moan and talk while you eat because of a cookie, this is the cookie to do it. I do think we’ll have to find something a little more challenging than cookies for you next time, though.”

Her eyes lit up in excitement. “What about bread? Could we do bread next?”

“Six successful batches of cookies and you think you’re ready for bread now, huh?” you teased. 

Wanda took the teasing in stride and responded just as cheekily, “I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I do know how to make the most incredible snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies on the planet now. So you better watch out or I might just end up coming for your job.” 

You grinned, “I’d like to see you try.” 

The two of you continued to giggle at each other’s nonsense as Wanda washed her hands and began collecting the bags in her arms. “So, we’ll figure out something soon yeah?” 

You nodded and moved to open the door for her as you spoke. “Definitely! It most likely won’t be bread though, I hate to break it to you.” 

Wanda rolled her eyes dramatically, but the smile on her face showed she was anything but upset. The two of you said your goodbyes and she made her way out of the bakery.

As you crawled into bed that night, you couldn’t help but replay the conversations in your head. Talking with Wanda had been the most exciting social interaction you had in years. She was so genuinely interested in getting to know you and asked you so many questions about yourself, but was never shy about answering questions about herself in turn. 

“So what’s it like being an Avenger?” you asked, unable to hold back your curiosity any longer. 

She paused and shrugged, “Honestly, it’s really not as great as some people make it out to be. I know that I should be grateful for the opportunity to make a difference and for having the ability to keep people safe, but more often than not the bad outweighs the good.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “You don’t always get the bad guys and so many people still accuse me of being one of them. There are always so many cameras pointed at me. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe.” 

You nodded, sympathy rising in your chest. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. I know my opinion probably doesn’t count for much, but I don’t think you’re a bad guy; I don’t think you ever really were.”

Her smile was blinding as she replied, “Your opinion means everything.”

That had been one of the more serious moments, though the majority of it had been filled with laughter. At one point, she had started trying to teach you some basic words in Sokovian. You stumbled over the words repeatedly, but she continued to be nothing but patient and supportive. The buzzing of your phone drew your thoughts away from Wanda momentarily, only to see a text from her.

I keep thinking about what you said earlier today. I think you’re right.

You stared at the message with confusion as you hastily typed out a response, I am right, but remind me what I’m right about?

Three dots appeared on the screen then disappeared. A minute later, a message appeared. 

They’re better with Crisco. I haven’t tried them with butter but I don’t need to. You’re also right in that you don’t need the “butter Snickerdoodles are better” negativity in your life. You deserve nothing but the best.

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: The reader has left the burrow trying to hide from Molly’s harsh comments. Bill’s mom doesn’t want his son near you cause she thinks you’ll hurt him judging you for your family reputation. Arthur thinks differenly so he’ll try to make amends between you two

Word count: 3.4 k. Too long I’M SORRY

Warnings: none

English not my mother language so pleeeeese tell me if something’s wrong

A/N: Hey! Another chapter for you’all. Thanks for keep reading this. The next part will be updated soon and yeah, hope you like it! If you want to be tagged just tell me and i’ll do so :D

Chapter 3: Expectations

It was bitterly cold outside the burrow, and you wondered if winter had come early. Your icy hands clenched your sides, refusing to go back inside even if your knuckles burned and your bare feet began to crack from the hardness of the grass on your soles.

You walked on the grass feeling the dew wetting your fingertips. On the other side of the garden the gnomes were burying one of Molly's ornaments with what, you guessed, the woman would be very angry when she found out, but no more than she already was. Molly's words were harsh. Even if her intention was not to make you feel bad, she had managed to put a huge weight on your stomach after the fight.

You didn't blame her, it was almost certain that Molly would react that way, however, you hoped that within her there was a bit of empathy for the situation you were experiencing with your family. It wasn’t easy for anyone to go through a war that could have been avoided in one way or another, however, for the Grants it was an even more difficult challenge knowing that the trigger for such a war was grandpa Tim Grant's half brother.

You walked around the house, crossing the barnyard, watching the chickens peck at a rubber boot on a very rusty cauldron. The cornfield grasses moved with the wind at the same rate. From right to left, right to left, right to left and then they changed the rhythm from left to right, left to right, left to right ...

The barn was just behind the thick grass rising into an old stone sty, which had several crooked stories attached to it. Four or five chimneys dotted the roof of the cellar, and most likely the entire building was held up by magic due to its crazy bolt-on construction. You took a look back at the main entrance of the house where you could hear the voices of Bill's brothers next to Molly's, deciding to get away from the Weasleys before starting a new fight.

You crossed the cornfield finding a pond full of frogs that you dodged with a little scream and a ballerina jump. Then you came across an old broom shed that was half stowed and a pervasive smell. You headed there, thinking of helping out with the cleaning and wasting some time in the process until William came home from the ministry in the early afternoon.

The brooms were on top of each other in a corner of the shed where the garden gnomes used them to play with each other. One of the gnomes had gotten a match with which he had managed to light a couple of strands of the broom of one of the twins -You knew it because each of the brooms had the initials of Molly's children painted on the base. That one had a huge G in the center - which soon expanded into the rest of the broom's dark fibers. You immediately turned it off earning yourself a tiny kick from the gnome.

The smoke from the fire mixed with dust, and the foul smell of expired wax made your eyes water . You wondered vaguely when was the last time that place had been cleaned up, however, the density of the raised dust and the rottenness of the broom wax on the floor told you about the nonexistence maintenance of the shed. The orchard was contained within a paddock, so you assumed there would be no problem cleaning it up later.

You collected each thing by hand placing them where you thought they should go. You finished cleaning the shed earlier than expected, securing the door when exiting to prevent the gnomes from entering and destroying everything again.

You continued your way in a straight line until you reached the barn where a thick layer of dust hid the doorknob. You opened the warehouse with your wand finding the worst scenario ever imagined. The walls were hidden in ghastly cobwebs, the shelves were clothed in huge mountains of dust, and Muggle stuff were strewn everywhere. Mr. Weasley's old Ford Anglia was on the left side of the barn,  storing certain flying objects that you couldn't recognize from the cloud of dust that rose and entered to your eyes.

Well, that seemed like an even bigger challenge than the shed on the other side of the garden. You started by washing the car using your wand to launch several aguamentis causing a waterfall of mud falling from the roof to the fender. Then the car doors flapped open like a pair of wings, letting out the flying objects. You raised your wand by closing the barn door blockig them the exit and initiating a chase that lasted a couple of hours to catch each object, throw it inside the Ford Anglia and finish polishing the hood before the flying, spoiled car got upset.

You forgot the last time you helped your household servants clean a simple fireplace ornament. Years before, when you were little and your brothers liked to spend time together, you helped the butler to clean some objects in the house because it was more fun when you formed competitions between you, Anthon and Margaret to know which of you cleaned the house ¿faster . You had fun and old Alfred got less tired. But that was a long time ago and in the present you didn’t remember what was the proper order of cleaning.

You were lugging box after box for several hours getting a terrible allergy in the process. The last box was made of recyclable paper where you put Mr. Weasley's old newspapers and Molly's worn recipes. You carried them to the fourth shelf from the right, previously cleaned, raising it with both hands. A speck of dust flew across the room, stopping on your nose causing you to sneeze so hard you fell backwards with the box on your face. The papers flew around the corners causing a disaster worse than the initial one.

“Shit”

You stayed lying on the floor taking the box off your face staring at the ceiling. Undoubtedly that would be a difficult life without anyone to help you doing the things more than yourself, however you were willing to try ‘cause you didn’t want to return home where things were simple but with a high cost. You weren't sure you wanted to trade your freedom for a few extra comforts. You let out a sigh ready to stand up when a singular sheet of a recent newspaper flew towards you, stopping on your chest. You caught a glimpse of a fairly familiar photograph in the ink, so you took the paper and read:

"Dark Mark sparks panic." Muggle family murdered.  Death Eaters numbers grow”  Your hands trembled over the paper, caressing each of the words, reading them over and over again. The weight on your stomach grew and grew, as if it were suddenly going to explode. A huge picture of uncle Tom stood in the middle, with that toothless grin and throbbing nostrils “Merlin’s beard”

Your fingers tingled, and you couldn't help but run your touch over your uncle's face trying to think how he got to that point. Grandpa Tim never talked so much about his half brother and you never had the courage to ask him even if the curiosity was eating your insides. There were few times where Tom Riddle's presence was in the family conversations and if that happened, then your father changed the topic from one second to another. It was annoying living in the shadows, but it was even more to be tied to a cause that no one sympathized with, not even his own brother. But Tim Grant was reserved, perhaps too reserved. Maybe that was the reason why he allowed the actions of his little brother to escalate to those levels and allowed too that his only son had choose the wrong side. However, you didn’t understand - or support - Voldemort's ambitions, neither did your grandpa and that cost you to be rejected by the rest of your family.

Your eyes watered and you didn't know if it was because of guilt or if the damn dirt had entered your eyelids. You looked at the ceiling in the haze. You searched your mind and realized that the situation affected you too much. You weren't welcome with the Weasleys, nor with the Grants. You felt desolate, as if the barn walls were closing in on you.

Molly's reaction was valid, you repeated yourself as many times as you could, because anyone who had lost a large part of it’s family to a member of another's would have done the same thing or something so much worse. You shook your head, once again feeling the rejection you were used to.

The barn door opened suddenly, letting in a gust of wind hitting your body directly on the ground. Your skin prickled from the cold causing the newcomer to laugh.

You looked up to find yourself face to face with the distorted figure of Arthur Weasley who was holding a couple of drinks along with a weird smile that made you laugh. The man sat on the floor next to you leaving the glass next to your face.

"I'm sorry I scared you. it’s freezing cold out there and in my defense, nobody comes to this place”

“It’s okay, I wasn't expecting visitors”

"Fine, then" Arthur took a sip of his drink licking his chapped lips, but still showing you that smile so much like Bill's. You folded the newspaper on your lap, nervous. "So ... what are you doing lying in my barn?"

"I ... I was trying to clean this place up”

"Is that so? ‘cuz It seemed like you were about to take a nap."

“Yeah, i had a little mishap here”

"I see, do you want to get up?"

"Yes, thank you." Arthur held out his hand, slowly pulling you up to leave you sitting in front of him. He offered you the drink and you clinked glasses before drinking. It was hot chocolate, you guessed, made by Molly. Your stomach churned.

Mr. Weasley glanced around the barn, surprised to see more than half perfectly arranged

“This place hasn't been so clean since Bill was born”

“Sorry?

"No, no, it's okay," he mentioned, waving to play it off, "Molly had been asking me for a long time to do it, so I think you just made my job easier."

"It's nothing, Mr. Weasley

"Did you see something you liked?"

"Uh, yeah," you answered wiping your lips. "Ignoring the fact that your car almost killed me, I noticed that you have a lot of muggle stuff."

“Ah, yes. They are fascinating, don't you think?”

"Certainly, but I also realized that most of them are useless, why do you still have them here?"

"I like to collect them," he replied, taking another sip of his drink. You mimicked his action “to be honest, I don't even have a clue how these things works, but I suppose I'll find out in time. Muggle devices are not as advanced as ours, much less functional, however, I find them entertaining and special somehow, did you know that they use a subway to transport themselves underground? And they must leave coins in a machine so that they give them a little ticket. A ticket! The first time I used one I was deadly excited!

You smiled, imagining how it would to see Mr. Weasley that happy

"I could help you understand how they work." You winced when Arthur looked at you with wide eyes. "My ... my grandfather lived with Muggles for a while and knows a lot about this artifacts. Several times he spoke of his usefulness to my brothers and me”

“Fantastic!” He replied cheerfully. You smiled “It's wonderful (Y/N), thank you”

“No problem”

Then a silence settled between you, being cut off only by the babble of the gnomes outside the barn kicking the timbers trying to get inside. Arthur cleared his throat as he ran his little blue eyes over each of the walls of his newly renovated barn. He smiled again placing one of his hands on your shoulder

"I found out what happened with Molly in the morning," he mentioned. You nodded “My children told me what you said to each other and ...”

"I'm sorry I spoke badly to your wife, Mr. Weasley" you interrupted, sipping your glass all at once, leaving it on the floor. "I know after this I'll have to talk to William and find another place to stay."

“She is not like that. She rarely has such behavior with the people and I can only think that my Molly has a lot of mixed feelings. The war has us all nervous and the fact that the memories of the past have arisen again ... they make her have reactions that are not very usual in Molly.”

"I'm not blaming her. I think she's right”

“Why?”

"What I did to my family ... running away, betray them..." You started playing with your fingers on your lap, embarrassed. "It's not something a trustworthy person would do."

“What are you talking about?”

“For the Grants, it’s very important to support the family in their endeavors without stopping to think if that could be harmful to the others. With uncle Tom becoming the most dangerous dark wizard of all times ... people would think that his relatives would follow his steps and they did “Mr. Weasley listened attentively, ignoring the screams of his wife announcing that the food was ready “At least most of them. Now all of us are tied to the He-who-must-not-be-named, whether we want it or not. It ruined our lives and I couldn't stay in that place forever

"Why aren't you on his side?"

"Because I can't see my brothers make a wrong decision" You crumpled the newspaper with your hands looking at how the pic of Lord Voldemort turned into a streaked stain "I have my own convictions, even if you don’t believe so”

"I don't believe anything of you, (Y/N)" Arthur's voice turned stoic as he stared at you harshly. "Neither the good nor the bad. I am a believer that you should judge someone by what demonstrates, not by what it’s said about them. Right now you aren’t showing me anything but that there is something in your family that you don’t like and that the dirt in my barn is intolerable to you”

You smiled

"We're all here waiting to see what are you capable of. Good or bad, you get to decide who (Y/N) Grant is from now on. Starting over. Forget that the Grants' actions make you worthy of the consequences”

Warmth attacked your chest. It was comforting to feel for the first time the acceptance of someone who wasn't doing it out of mere compassion or that it was Bill. That Arthur gave you the benefit of the doubt encouraged you to continue as before: trying, trying, trying.

"I think his wife doesn't think the same."

Arthur Weasley patted your shoulder.

"I'll talk to her, she'll understand. Meanwhile let's go home, it's time for lunch”

"Did Bill come back?"

"Yes, my son and I came back from the ministry a while ago.He wanted to find you, but I asked him to let me do it. You know, because sometimes it's good to have the daughters-in-law on your side”

Your cheeks heated up and then the rest of your face turned completely red. Arthur studied your reaction, smiling as he realized you were just a kid looking for approval. He patted your shoulder again, inviting you to leave the rest of the mess and accompany him to the burrow.

"These aren’t a good times to trust the Daily Prophet," Arthur mentioned, noticing the crumpled newspaper in your hands. You skipped the pond and skirted the cornfield until you reached the garden entrance where Bill's brothers and Bill himself had set up a long table near Molly's apple tree where they planned to spend the afternoon. One of the twins raised his wand putting the cuterly across the table, one set for each of the family members. You wondered if there would be a place for you at the table “Honestly, these are not good times to trust anything or anyone, so if you accept my advice, don't worry too much about reading the newspapers, they will leave you more questions than answers, Hey, you will break that!

Arthur scolded his twins when they fiddled with forks in a battle to find out which of them would wash the dishes after eating. Arthur ran towards them while Bill approached you greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. He frowned, watching you closely and then removed his coat, draping it over your shoulders.

"What the hell were you doing outside without a sweater?" It's freezing!”

"You worry way too much," you told him, pressing the faux fur against your shivering body. The truth was that, after the exchange of words with Bill's mother, you didn’t have the time to get a sweater before leaving and of course your wounded pride wouldn’t let you get dressed again before going to hide in the barn. Bill clicked his tongue rubbing your arms. "I'm fine, I just lost track of the time cleaning your father's barn and I didn't feel the cold until now”

"You're bad at lying, did you know that?"

"You should stop asking so many questions." You smiled at the grimace on the older Weasley's face. "Nothing happened."

"That's not what the twins told me," he suddenly mentioned. You felt the tension in Bill's body when Molly passed by him giving you a dangerous look, however you decided to ignore it for the good of both of you “ What my mom said ...”

"It’s okay, it doesn't matter I discussed it with your father and we worked it out”

“Are you sure?” You nodded “I hope so. Not because she’s my mother I will let her offend you in any way”

Your smile widened. You couldn't possibly love that man more than you already did. You approached his body, throwing your arms around Bill's neck, having to stand on your tiptoes to reach only to kiss his chin. He lowered his head, managing to bring his lips together.

“Help your brothers set the table, I'll go take a bath”

"Don't you prefer i help you instead?" You laughed

"I can do it by myself, thanks”

"Hmm ... you sure?”

"William ...”

"Okay, okay, okay," he urged you leaving a couple of kisses on the corner of your lips. "Don't be gone too long. i’ll miss you, love."

“I will not. Wait for me just here, yeah?”

You went upstairs to the room you shared with Bill and jumped into the shower enjoying the warmth of the water above your head. You leaned against the tiles thinking that your first day in the burrow had turned out very bad, but better than you had thought. Even if Molly didn't believe your words, you would do your best to fullfil the expectations of the others members of the Order. You would be loyal to them, to the Aurors, and you would fight whoever you had to to prove that your actions were worth more than the rumors surrounding the Grants did.

You were going to prove how wrong they were with you and, incidentally, you would forge a reputation of your own, one of which you would proud of

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- I wouldn't be nearly tamed or as creatively freed if it wasn't for this gem. She broke my shell, I really didn't at a time ever see myself being anything really beyond a smut writer, but Mishi not only saw potential in me, but brought it out. Her stories and world's she brings to life are so majestically colorful.

@asymphonyofash

- My go-to. He's another pillar individual who saw things in me past just the obvious perception, (Probably second longest XIV RPer I know.) Taught me a lot of the lore, I shot him up and he's sort of become my stapled rock. He's right aside Sun'ra met them about the same, both took me under their wing's as I quietly observed and absorbed.

@lavender-hemlock

- We're always up and front with each other, never feeling like I couldn't say anything around, extremely rare to share that these days. Her gif's are legendary, something on my own terms I want to soar in quality. The writing she does is astounding. Character has so many mysterious pages that are quite addictive to want to explore and learn them. (Encore 20 below-cut)

@under-the-blood-moonlight - Her sweetness and artwork and overall is just a friendly presence to be around. I cherish them so much. One I can jive with more darker undertones with. She's one the most hardworking and ambitiously creative people. I'd mail them infinite hugs if could. Thanks for being you! @roxinova - I owe a lot of credit to her. She's constantly OOC and everything was nudging me too be more inclusive to things and involved heavenly. It's rare for me. I'm really horrible about that my autism sets me back socially, I constantly will be drowned by the next day and be reverted back to better off alone, that's my major crux and weakness. But her thoughtfulness, these things, aren't ever foreign to me, I do pay attention probably better than any would ever give me credit. She's a beacon model to have as a friend. @corpse-dancer - Haven't ran into many words with them, but her character, screenshot game, expressiveness, they're all a marvel to constantly see, alongside her attitude and bringing life character. I do think if I were better, we would click quite splendidly. They've recently reminded and motivated me to pick-up my daily-practice, or try too. Keep being a rockstar. @fair-fae - Few who wouldn't know who she is in this community. She's been in my opinion a huge core. I'm certain she's inspired many who weren't even RPers too try it by seeing her at the Quicksands or elsewhere, a tyme ago. Making no exception, I was even one of those. I used to be in QS every-single day and was often doing my shameless stuff. Though her presence first did show me there's a lot more. I admire her in all fields. Also appreciate her adopting me to the FC and her always thinking of others and giving events, or her aesthetics and portrayal, its the epitome of swan elegance. @thorcat - One of my most treasured friends. Been RPing with them for a longtime. There's never anything complicated between us or a rift of drama, it's just let's go and have fun. We really mesh well, I've welcomed nearly ever character and got the privilege to RP with nearly all them. They always open up envelope and help me, settle on back and just laugh. Whether used to be waking up to their characters humping my afk one or use randomly having a hardcore banter between Ufah and Captain and capturing them as a voidal pet. Memories with them isn't something I'd ever want to lose. I love ya! Never stop enjoying life for anything. @lukawarrioroflight - I get in the gutter find myself lacking motivation or writing, discouraged even... But I never have felt, I could ever do any wrong with this person, they bring the light out of me. So no matter what, how many hospital-beds I yearly visit, it's because of this rare nature, that I come back, even if they're the only one's ever to read my stuff. I would do it for them alone. @scholarlybreadbun - I've only been back recently and they've so much warmth. Their presence is the sun of inviting. The couple and posing all the shipping that stuff makes me even melt. I'm not particularly talented in regards to posing couples, but I took notice of them along time ago and set on quietly improving. Really like them for them, wouldn't ever want them to change that. Ideally look forward to be in their orbit longer so I can bask in them. @seascrapes - Been mutual with them for a while. Their aesthetics and character is all S+ level. I appreciate throwing back tagged prompts with them, one of many people I really think would be enjoyable to collab with any other seafarers. The artwork and pieces of Tal Brook, are breathtaking as ever exceptionally too, not to mention. Love your stuff matey, you're a king. @mai-takeda - Is a myth. Her absolutely sheer friendliness and her attitude, are so positive influencing, I was so thrilled to be welcomed with her and boosted by them early on. I couldn't see myself, wanting to exist where they didn't have happiness like the same she always delivers by just doing so many soft-things. Not to mention her writing... She's a whole world to throw yourself gazes

under. @zhauric - It doesn't go far either without the same breath of Mai, I could say about Zhauric. He's someone worthy to look-up and also recognize they're passionate and inviting, hoisting up literally everything. Could easily find any of their characters comrades with my own, or jiving alongside. Not to mention last XIVWrite, they slaughtered it. So enjoyable to read them all. I like how organized their blog is too, motivated me recently to redux my entire thing. @cadrenebula - They have so many diverse characters and their entire roster is vibrant and is imbued with a massive flux of life. They are able to encapsulate so many character's voices and portray them so effectively too, I really admire that greatly. They've made me think bigger and try myself recently at actually undertaking a huge roster of characters too. I've taken many breaks, but I always am so graciously returned often with them close-by and that's so incredibly sacred. I've seen a lot of people get discouraged or quit, leave, departure, etc. But they always seem to have a bigger house then they had last I took a break and I enjoy peaking in. @silvernsteel - Her artist and gif-work are awe-aspiring, there's little unrecognizable by her photo-sets and edits. They helped me even tip-toe into uncharted with giving me the recipes to try incorporating gifs into my arsenal. Plus so delightfully pleasant to actually talk with and just chill. I want nothing less in life, than the beauty they give, to be returned to them for eternity in all their glorious air. If ever needed anything of me, they've got me. @spotofmummery - We talk about passion or friendliness or overall a person to even remotely try to be, I got to include them. Their web-series and writing, screen-work, everything they do is fantastic. And that's furthered back nearly any I've met showcase or immortalize how just genuine of stellar person they are. I wish them always the energy to create and sparks. @snow-covered-moon - They've never been anything less but absolutely a diamond to know. I enjoy their character, their almost always abundant of energy that's very rub inducing. Their WoL character stories, writing, screen-shots, everyday they open up a new pandora box of joy, there's no mistaken love behind their character and that's infectiously easy to also enjoy something when the author does too. Always healthy to be around, I never feel short of vitality when they're close-by. @letheofthelost - Always cheerful or least encapsulates with me, they're a carnival ride. Just pure epic story-telling and engaging equally as passionate, constantly writing characters, not looking for anything outside of RP or anything really just being their selves, they fade all others. I love their presence, them as a person. Enjoy any character they'll ever come and throw under me, or a change of pace. Always feels easily understandable between one another. @crow-iv - Together we're an unfiltered, unstoppable wake of pure passionate writers and art. But I would say they're far ahead of me, in every regard. Already able to portray multiple characters in a scene and do such in-depth thinking, alongside even sketch or draw right afterwards or a scene. They're so talented, huge reason I set-out on giving them a Crew of cast and actual stories to-tell when I'm actually caught up and if they interested and we both have the room, I really think if further myself, I can be better and supply more for them to draw and I want to see them soar. I want to give them all my improvements and effectiveness. @trishelle - They've such a reinforcing personality and aura around them that easily bolsters anything that dares thinking they're about to be depleted so energizing. Aesthetics, characters, all them are so lively that further compliment their own mun's great welcoming presence. Worth hundreds of smiles and stars, keep high. Wish I had more time to dedicate to learning you! But I do notice and appreciate you. @fracturedfantasia - One of my people, I like to retreat and just talk my full

head-cannons with or learn, share insightful and inquisitive thoughts about philosophies and multi-culture things. Or plotting and in-general, they're a well of information and brimming ideas, they are every making of what makes a quality friend. When you can generally be open-about-all that's a real one right there. Their characters and tarot readings, I always would implore if they're offering. Thanks for giving me any-time. You're truly a treasure. @violet-warder - Never have even came to words with them yet unfortunately but didn't mean as a mutual, I haven't admired all their screenies, writing, or the aesthetics they bring of their character. Glamours is real end-game, I like all what you've done and put together. I care strictly about what represent and give, I don't want to see them ever think anyone want's them gone, they are abundantly so talented and possess things only they can deliver. I think recently came back too, and I'm glad to share, hopefully, overtime I can build you better up. Or eventually even talk, but I'm certain you are a busy-body person too, so we're relatable. @layla-grey - I have a lot of underline issues that set me back as a flawed person, but I've never not been anything but someone who's open, it's why I always do include my f-list in anything or etc. I'm not here to present this facade, and really don't care to be an image crafted by another. No one as of recently or now, am I close with as an RP partner or friend with then this stunning masterpiece. I never let-up on story-telling or anything so I can eventually use my Crew or other Characters, to give them anytime a master entertaining day, they push me to not be short-changed. IC and OOC I would devote my full attention too cause they've never shed from me. Didn't ever matter how much silence or anything, they're always around. And don't expect anything out of me or pressure. Just accept me and I equally share that sentiment, I want you to have everything in this world has to offer. ----- This is just a fraction of people, I've paid attention, noticed or know. I've been around in this Community for many years. There's a lot of things I could say about it, more probably then anyone else. But what matters to me, is recognizing the people who are here, that work hard, build others up, support, constantly are a beam. I don't need to interact with everyone, to know when someone is generally out for good. Or they're out for bad I've learned inquisitiveness longtime ago, I had to survive and remain afloat. I just go out and be me, and along the way, I get to find people like these, who help bring out the best me. I am nothing without these people, creators, writers, artist. I'm a terrible friend, horrible person, I don't have the energy to interact NEARLY with as much as I'd like with you all, If I could clone myself, or if things were different, I would drop it all to be in your orbits more if could. But, do know I appreciate you. And even if you ever do depart from this whole community or anything, know that anything you share, or give, that stuff does matter, somewhere, someone was aspired, if nothing else, by me. ONLY you can give the worlds you see and I am thankful. Do love yourself.

#I acknowledge you #Love you #Keep doing you #Asks answered #I'm the one guy who's never not going to be filtered or unspoken #To many people have left or been broken #Don't you ever think about it. #There's so many many more #But I'll recharge for next time