#douche recipe

[holylulusworld]

Cookies

Summary: Cookies make everything better.

Square filled for @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 5: Free space - Sharing food

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied bad date

“Whatcha doing, sweetheart?“ Dean strolls into the library, grinning from ear to ear. He’s carrying two paper bags filled with his favorite poison. Booze, sex magazines, and fatty food. “Oh…” He licks his lips. “COOKIES!”

He inhales deeply, almost purring. His mouth waters when he catches the scent of your freshly baked cookies.

“Dean, you are drooling.” You grin. “What did you buy?”

“Can I have one?” Dean places the bags on the table. He steals one of your cookies, immediately feasting on it. “Damn, that’s the best cookie I ever ate. Why did you bake them? Is it a special occasion?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you huff, and take another bite of your cookie. “My mom always said cookies make everything better. I didn’t want to get upset with that douchebag asking me out, and decided it’s better to bake cookies.”

“I’m not complaining,” Dean munches another cookie. “But who do you want me to kill? Give me that bastard’s name and I’ll break his face.” 

“How do you wanna know it’s a guy?” You smirk as Dean opens his mouth. He licks his lips, swallows thickly, and goes back to eating cookies. If he tells you what’s on his mind, you’ll strangle him. “Dirty man!” You scold, knowing Dean is confusing porn with reality again. 

“It as a dude…right?” He dips his head. His Adam’s apple bobbles, and he rubs his hand over his crotch. “Or was it a pretty dame?”

You giggle at Dean’s hopeful expression. “You are a fucking perv, Winchester! Even if it was a girl, you are not invited to watch.”

“But…” Dean bites his tongue. “Why the cookies?” He asks.

“If I’m mad, or sad,” you sigh deeply, “I bake. We only had the ingredients for cookies. I would’ve baked a pie but…”

“PIE? Wait…Did you want to bake a pie? Why didn’t you do it? Where is my pie?” Dean stares at you, looking offended as you didn’t make pie instead of cookies.

“I didn’t have the ingredients for pie!“ You point out. “We need to restock first.”

“What do you need?” He grabs the next best book and a pencil. “Let me write it down. I’ll get the ingredients and you can make my pie.”

“Dean,” you snicker as he expectantly looks at you. “We can’t use the book! Sammy will get mad and…uh…I need to check on my recipes first.”

“Recipes,” he nods thoughtfully. “Alright. We will bring the food and cookies to the Dean Cave. You’ll get your recipes, and we will write down what Sammy needs to buy.”

“Dean.”

“Yeah?” He looks at the remaining cookies.

“Nothing.” You don’t have the heart to tell Dean you’re not in the mood to make pie too. “We can make the pie tomorrow. I've got two more baking trays of cookies left.”

“Two. More. Trays.” Dean’s eyes widen. “I’ll be right back…”

“Apple pie. Pecan pie. Cherry pie,” Dean thumbs through your receipt book. “Hmm…we will start with cherry pie. Next is pecan and then we will go for some good all apple pie.”

“Dean…” You watch your friend munch on your cookies while reading another recipe. “What about blueberry.”

“Oh, yeah. We will make blueberry pie too,” he hums. “Do you want to watch a movie or something? I thought about Caddy-“

“Caddyshack!” You end Dean's line. “A classic.”

He slams your receipt book shut and looks at you. “Tomorrow we will make some pie.”

Dean gets comfortable on the sofa, patting the spot next to him. You scoot closer and rest your head in his lap. “Caddyshack it is.”

“So…who was the douche making you sad and do you want me to kill him?”

Tags in reblog.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #anyfandomfluffbingo #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #spn #dean winchester x female!reader

[cas-kingdom]

I think

“I didn’t know they were weed brownies!” And “I swear, it’s the truth!”

Would be really funny with Chicago Fire if you’d be so kind 🥰🥰🥰

Matt Casey liked to think that every return he made back to Chicago was a breath of fresh air. Not that looking after the boys was difficult and he didn't enjoy it, but a reminder of his old life was often exactly what he needed in his new one. Of course, seeing you was the primary reason he came home, but his 51 family was more than a bonus.

Matt had decided to make for the station before the hotel. There were only a couple hours left of shift and he was ready for the placid atmosphere typical after twenty-two hours already on the job.

“I didn’t know they were weed brownies!"

The bounce in his step waned slightly as he let the door shut behind him. He could tell his sister's voice from a mile away, but the tone of it was one he wasn't used to.

"I swear, it’s the truth. These little kids were selling them, I thought they were sweet kids—they seriously looked like sweet kids."

“I, yeah—" There was a snort of laughter. Sylvie. "We believe you, Y/N.”

"Don’t doubt it, girl!" Stella sounded as enthusiastic as possible, but that same hint of amusement was evident in her voice.

Matt couldn't help his concern, quickening his pace and rounding the engine truck. The ambulance back doors were open, and you were sat at the edge, terror written all over your face. Stella was sat on her haunches in front of you, hands on your knees. Sylvie was on one side, a blood pressure monitor in her hands, and Violet was rummaging through a bag on the other.

Your wide eyes—wide, groggy eyes—met his the moment he made himself visible.

“Matty!” You made to jump up, but the girls stopped you before you could, blurting all kinds about slowing down and blood and heart.

Matt could tell you were on the verge of tears, could see the quivering of your lips and the watering of your already watering eyes. Quickly, he dropped his bag on the floor and rushed across to envelop you in a hug, cupping the back of your head to his chest. "Hey, there," he said. He met Stella's eyes, the captain having stood up, and mouthed a "what happened?" over your head.

Stella mouthed a simple "brownies" back, as though that answered the question perfectly. Luckily, you helped out.

“Matt, I took drugs," you spoke quietly. Matt's frown deepened.

The girls jumped to attention. "Not on purpose!" Sylvie said.

"Not on purpose," Stella confirmed. "Some douche was giving his kids weed brownies to sell outside his garage. Either that or someone got their recipes seriously mixed up. Boden’s sent CPD down there.”

You twirled a lock of your brother's hair around a finger, still clinging to him. “CPD’s gonna beat someone's ass," you said pointedly, "I paid eight dollars for those brownies.”

Violet crossed her arms over her chest. “Hey, Y/N, how many did you eat again?”

“Four.” Your voice was muffled, yiur face buried in Matt's chest, but everyone heard it.

Sylvie. "Rough."

"They were so good," you said.

There was a general silence, something concern probably should have filled, but after a moment the amusement of the situation set in, and smiles broke out.

"Can I assume she's gonna be fine?" Matt asked. He gently pulled away from you and guided you to sit back down on the truck.

Sylvie nodded, crossing her arms. "She's got an elevated heart rate and she'll be loopy for a bit longer but yeah, she'll be okay."

"What if the kids come after me?" You let your head drop against Matt's shoulder.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Matt asked.

"What if the brownie kids come back because I sent the cops on them?"

Sylvie put a fist to her mouth

"That's not gonna happen," Matt assured you, "don't worry."

Stella clapped her hands together after Kylie's voice asking for her echoed throughout the station. "Okay, crazy, I'm gonna take you off duty for the rest of shift, okay?"

You face fell. "Oh, but—can I still stay at the firehouse?"

"Probably best," Stella agreed.

Matt stood up. "Hey, Lieutenant, you need someone to fill in?"

Stella grinned, pointing a finger towards him as she backed out of the room. "Luckily for you, ex-Lieutenant, a spot just opened up. Go get a drink, Y/N, and stay where we can keep an eye on you. Hey, hey, Hermann, can you escort her into the common room? Don't leave her."

Hermann, who'd been passing by with an apple in hand, didn't have much of a choice as Matt passed his sister onto him with a kiss to your hot forehead before running off to change. Hermann took your arm in his when you went to fall.

"The hell's up with you? You sick?"

"I took drugs."

"What?"

Chicago Fire Masterpost

#Chicago fire #Matt casey #Matt x reader #Matt casey x reader #reader #sister reader #reader fic #sister!reader #Stella kidd #violet mikami #sylvie brett #sylvie x Matt #mine

[pumpkinfreak]

Watching Hannibal for the first time Ep 4-7

Let's just speed run to the good stuff because it gets nasty at episode six.

Ep 4. It's fine, crazy women forcing kidnapped boys to kill their families. Hannibal manipulates Abigail into viewing him as some kind of father figure.

Ep 5. A man dying of a brain tumor turns people into angels, via a modified blood eagle. Also, Morpheus's wife is dying of cancer, I know that's not his name, but I'm calling him that. To me, the most important thing is the mention of the Chesapeake Ripper.

This shot. Sensational.

Episode Six. EPISODE FREAKING SIX. So much happens.

An asylum inmate murders a nurse in a similar way to the Chesapeake Ripper. We meet a guy named Dr. Chilton, he is a douche-canoe, who thinks his patient is the Ripper. It's not, because it's Hannibal of course. He is the Ripper and the possibility of some NPC taking his glory. Sets him off on a spree. That leads us right into Episode seven.

Freddie also comes back in Ep 6. Will is incredibly sassy to her, I loved it. Freddie is a condescending narcissist, who dresses like an evil American Girl Dool.

Episode seven, gets a kiss, for opening with an homage to The Shining. The set design for that bathroom was so beautiful.

Anyway, Hannibal is on a rampage, in episode seven. The montage of him looking through his recipe box and then the Rolodex. THE ROLODEX of business cards. Then the dinner party at the end, where everyone claps for him. It is so clearly masturbatory for him. I really want to know why he chooses certain people. Will makes it clear that Ripper views his victims as pigs, but why these people?

Hannibal crying at the opera recital is interesting, I think there is something in Hannibal that's human, and I hope that's explored.

While all of this is happening, Will is slowly slipping into insanity, because he cannot separate himself mentally from Hobbs the guy he killed in episode one. Morohious is also wrecked from the loss of a previous partner who was killed by the ripper, possibly not eaten?

All in all, I'm loving this. I need more stylish cannibals with a murder Rolodex.

#hannibal lecter #murder husbands #nbc hannigram #will graham #horror #first time watch #hannibal #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy

[bringthekaos]

You’ve stated your dislike of AUs, but what about crossovers (kind of)? Imagine, if you will, Arcane Viktor/Arcane Jayce/ League Viktor/ League Jayce foursome. Poor Arcane Viktor getting ganged up on. League Jayce is definitely the type to fuck/be fucked by himself if given the opportunity. The two Jayce’s sitting back and watching the two Viktor’s go at it slow style. Basically endless raunchy possibilities.

I actually love those. Idk it’s hard to explain. But that Giopalis rabbit hole we all went down about a year ago was so goddamn fun. Like, they’re such fundamentally different people, and yet you can see the pipeline that will eventually take sweet, innocent, naive Talis to Super Mega Uber Douche Giopara.

And the dynamic of them meeting their older/alternate selves has so much potential for humor, angst, smut, the whole nine yards. Imagining the Arcane boys meeting their League selves and being like… who the fuck is this person, how in the hell do I become this?!?!

And then they take one look at their bitter fucked up ex-husband/counterpart/nemesis, and just. Oh. It all makes sense now. How am I not more fucked up?

And the dynamics in the bedroom???? God, even better. Sweet, kind Talis getting his mind and back blown by the Machine Herald. The Machine Herald getting a healthy dose of The Feels when he’s got Talis all to himself. I remember when you were like this. I remember when you were soft.

And alternatively Asshole Giopara and Arcane Viktor? Ugh, Giopara going into it all detached and shit, like it means nothing to him. But two seconds in, that facade starts to break. He remembers why he loved Viktor in the first place—that careful optimism, that hope, that drive to help others. Viktor is so human in his passions, and Giopara just cracks. He hasn’t been soft in ages, but Viktor brings it out in him, and suddenly he wants to be careful and slow, doting and reverent. He wants to worship Viktor like he hasn’t in so long. And then there’s Arcane Viktor’s POV, just looking at Giopara like a challenge. You’re a dick. I am going to destroy you. And he does. Combined with Giopara’s newfound need to please Viktor and Viktor’s always-present arsenal of Dom techniques—it’s a recipe that will have Giopara bawling happy/sated/regretful tears by the time Viktor is finally done with him.

#arcane #league of legends #arcane/league crossovers #jayvik #vikjayce #jayce talis #Jayce giopara #arcane Viktor #machine herald Viktor #lol Viktor #asks #ace answers

[scarsound]

some winter driving tips from your Friendly Neighbourhood Canadian who has driven in temperatures below -40:

• if you don’t have winter tires and they’re available where you live, GO GET SOME ASAP. EVEN IF THEY’RE USED, so long as they’ve been driven for less than a couple of years. CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

• practice threshold braking when on ice OR snow (lightly apply pressure to the brake pedal, then gently let go, lightly apply more, then let go, and so on until the car stops) - it’ll prevents the wheels from locking or slowing down TOO quickly and you losing control

• also practice threshold accelerating too (literally the same as threshold braking - gently apply pressure then release until it’s safe to apply more gradual pressure); most people wanna just push on the gas as normal when driving in the winter. This is not a good idea - your wheels will likely spin out and you’ll fishtail (even with winter tires), so practice accelerating gently. If some douche behind you honks, LET THEM. Better to be honked at than making an insurance claim

• if you hit a patch of ice while braking and your car is just NOT STOPPING, jam the car into neutral, gently go along with whatever direction your car is skidding (no i am not kidding) and threshold break!

putting the car in neutral will decrease the amount of power going to the wheels so they don’t spin as much and you’ll have a bit more control

• here’s why you wanna GENTLY go along with wherever your car is skidding: if you hard turn in any other direction or floor the brakes, you WILL spin out and either end up in the ditch or hitting another vehicle. As hard as it sounds, don’t panic - release your foot from the gas (do not immediately brake - ESPECIALLY ON A HIGHWAY), put the car in neutral if you can and allow yourself to momentarily drive in the direction the car is sliding first before braking or going in the other direction or whatever you have to do

• DO 👏��� NOT 👏🏽 SPEED 👏🏽 OR 👏🏽 TAILGATE 👏🏽 PEOPLE. Heck I’d even say proceed with caution if you wanna drive at THE maximum speed limit on a given road.

• When the roads are this dangerous, you need to swallow your pride and relinquish your right to go as fast as you want in the “fast lane” (or any lane), because a busy highway + icy roads + some ass who wants to drive up too close behind other vehicles in places where people are not used to these road conditions is recipe for a horrible crash

• Plan to go to wherever you need to go early enough (at LEAST 45 minutes ahead of schedule if it’s quite a ways away) so you’re not tempted to speed

I’m here if y’all need any other tips. Please be safe this Christmas and New Years!!

#thorn.txt #driving #winter driving #winter storm #icy roads

[kuzcosources]

The Menu (2022) Sentence Starters!

dark content present!

‘Babe, please don’t smoke. It’ll kill your palette.’

‘Jesus. This is like prom.’

‘Yeah? I didn’t go to prom.’

‘None of the cool girls like you didn’t say yes.’

‘We have reached the base camp of Mount Bullshit.’

‘Here, we are family.’

‘We mustn’t disturb the Lord High Emperor of Sustenance.’

‘I strongly feel the need to punch her in the cunt. Like an uppercut. Right to the cunt.’

‘You really know your stuff, _____.’

‘So what’s with this food obsession?’

‘Um. Hey. Are you—crying?’

‘You sound so douche-y.’

‘It’s fun watching you in this place. You’re just so _____ about it all.’

‘I know what a concept is, _____.’

‘Call me the girl next door, but maybe some rules you should give a fuck about.’

‘You will eat less than you desire and more than you deserve.’

‘You haven’t touched your food.’

‘He’s a prick.’

‘We are not so smart when we are young.’

‘It was, as you can imagine, a memorable taco night.’

‘I’m sorry, but _____ never reveals his recipes.’

‘Did you just snap at me?’

‘I take my work very seriously, and you are not eating. That wounds me.’

‘I’ll ask again. Who. Are. You.’

‘Watch your mouth, sweetheart. Or I’ll smack the taste right out of it. Okay?’

‘Dude chill, it’s a fucking taco.’

‘With which hand will you “handle” this, _____ Left or right?’

‘We’re not actors. We’re real people.’

‘Fuck yourself.’

‘You are a fucking maniac.’

‘Do you enjoy providing your services?’

‘Come with me. I would like to show you something.'

'We're going to die tonight, _____.'

'Want to join me inside? It's getting chilly.'

'You got bread? This is so fucking reverse sexist.'

'I've been stealing money from you.'

'You are why the mystery has been drained from our art.'

'I know how to be alive. I like life. And I happen to be excited for what's next in mine.'

'I like beating men like you.'

'It seemed funny three hours ago.'

'You cook with obsession, not love.'

'It's everything wrong with us and yet we associate it with innocence.'

'We must embrace the flame. We must be cleansed. Like martyrs or heretics we can be subsumed and made anew.'

#rp meme #rp memes #rp ask #rp asks #rp prompt #rp prompts #rp ask meme #rp ask memes #rp ask prompt #rp ask prompts #rp inbox meme #rp inbox memes #ask meme #inbox meme #inbox memes #ask memes #I love this movie so much

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Something I've been chewing on is how much the relationship between Yang and Blake could have easily turned out for the worse.

Yang is sometimes made out to be the perfect woman for Blake, but in many ways that's not really true. She has a fiery temper that can explode over the smallest things, she has massive abandonment issues, and she's capable of causing immense harm if she wanted to (see the Salem titty bomb).

Any one of those things could have caused hers and Blakes' relationship to deteriorate, especially given Blake's own traumas and propensity to flee when facing immense emotional turmoil or trauma.

But they still manage to make it work, because a good relationship isn't just about being perfect for each other, but about being able to figure out how to work with and past their differences and make an effort to compromise and improve as partners and lovers.

That was an effort Adam never even attempted to do, because everything was all about him, and Blake was only there for him to take and take from until she was reduced to a shell of who she used to be.

Sun and Ilia could have potentially been candidates, but both were arguably too similar to Blake in many ways that ensured that any relationship would have been troublesome to work with. He lacked the ability to really understand Blake's emotional pain and make the effort to be on the same wavelength as her, and it's only because he's ultimately a decent (if flawed) guy that ensured that he didn't decide to be a douche about it and instead let her go.

And Ilia was dealing with so many of her own traumas and pain that she was swayed towards the darkness that Adam and the Albain Brothers promised, even if she ultimately moved away from it and she was more misguided rather than evil.

Yup. They are a recipe for conflicting traumas and frankly they needed to be split up and work on it separately before they could be together.

#bumbleby

[ghosttotheparty]

sweet love of mine (2)

also on AO3 part one

“You sure you don’t want me to make you anything?”

“No, it’s okay. I like cooking.”

Eddie sits at the island in the kitchen, watching Steve reach into the fridge and pull out several things, vegetables and cream and two cans of beer. He sets one in front of Eddie, who smiles at him fondly.

Steve is calmer than he was earlier. Lighter. Looser. Eddie watches him chop vegetables and check the stove, swaying on his feet like he’s about to fall into a dance, his hair loose and falling in his face carelessly.

Eddie wants to kiss him again.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, and Steve glances over his shoulder, pausing as he cuts up some broccoli.

“Okay.”

When Eddie gets back, pen and notebook in hand, the kitchen is filled with the sound of frying food. Steve is mixing the pan with a spatula, his expression relaxed and soft, and Eddie tosses the notebook onto the island before stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle.

Steve laughs lightly, setting his hand on Eddie’s hand, tilting his head as Eddie kisses the side of his neck.

“Smells good,” he mumbles.

“Thank you,” Steve says softly.

Eddie stays for a moment, kissing his neck again. He knows that Steve likes cooking. And baking. He’s good at it too, making up recipes with whatever happens to be in the cupboards and fridge. There are cookbooks all over the place, stacked in the kitchen and office and library, and every once in a while Steve will flip through them, scribbling notes and writing down recipes to try. It makes Eddie think of the way he writes in his own books and the books in the library.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks when Eddie sits back at the island, picking up the pen and flipping open the notebook.

“Rules.”

Steve smiles at him.

He cooks while Eddie writes and thinks and gazes at him, his handwriting messy, partially because that’s just how he writes, and partially because he keeps writing as he stares up at Steve.

steve’s rules ♡ use your words/verbal responses two meals a day + snacks when hungry wear what eddie picks out tell eddie where you’re going + call if plans change take breaks/rest when eddie tells you to accept compliments no negative self-talk tell eddie if you’re uncomfortable or anxious

Steve sets a plate down in front of him as he’s sipping his beer, and Eddie turns to face him as he sits. Steve skims the rules as they eat in silence, smiling softly and pressing his leg up against Eddie’s under the table.

“What do you think?” Eddie asks when Steve looks up at him. Steve smiles again, looking at the paper and nodding.

“What happens if I break a rule?” he asks, and Eddie blinks, blanking.

“Uhm.” He thinks for a moment, eating. “Guess you could go to bed early. Write lines. Could make you kneel on the floor or something. Something uncomfortable.” Steve blinks at him. “Nothing out of bounds,” Eddie adds. “I’m in charge, but you’re in control. If anything’s too much, you tell me, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve says softly, his cheeks flushing pink. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“C’mere.” He touches Steve’s cheek and leans in, kissing his smiling lips chastely.

Steve stares at him, his eyes shining, smiling in a way that Eddie’s never seen before. He looks so little, one of his hands tucked under his thigh, his hair falling in his face.

“What?” Eddie asks, pushing his hair back. Steve shrugs.

“I really like you.”

Eddie almost squeals, grinning and kissing him again.

“I really like you too.” Steve’s face lights up, and he’s smiling so happily his eyes squeeze shut. “I…”

“What?” Steve prompts, taking another bite of his lunch. Eddie shrugs halfheartedly.

“I just… Jesus, I really, really like you.”

Steve smiles, chewing, gazing at him.

“I’ve liked you since— since high school,” Eddie finishes, his cheeks flushing with heat, and Steve blinks at him, his smile faltering. “I always thought you were—” Eddie cuts off to clear his throat, dropping his fork. “I always thought you were beautiful, even if you were a douche, but then I met the kids, and the way they…” He pauses, taking a breath. Steve is staring at him. “The way they talked about you, Stevie, I just… I started falling for you before I even saw you again, and then— And then I did see you again, I just fell fucking hard—”

Steve interrupts, reaching out and grabbing Eddie’s shirt before sitting up and pulling him in and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. When he pulls away, he stays close, both of their eyes closed, their noses brushing.

“I always thought you were beautiful, too,” Steve murmurs. Eddie smiles, reaching up without opening his eyes so he can pull Steve in again, kissing him slower, deeper, and possibly in a way that he shouldn’t while they’re eating lunch.

“What do you wanna do today?” he asks when they part, taking another bite in spite of his breathlessness, and Steve sits back in his seat, smiling like he knows exactly what he does to Eddie.

“I don't know,” Steve says softly, gazing at the rules again, shrugging. “Kinda wanna just… hang out.”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Sure.”

Eddie insists on cleaning up after they finish eating, and Steve insists on helping him. It goes smoothly, like it always does, both of them working in perfect, silent unison as Eddie cleans up the counter and Steve puts the leftovers away, as Eddie washes the dishes and Steve puts them away.

“Go pick a movie, baby,” Eddie tells him when they finish, as he’s drying his hands with the towel Steve handed him. He presses a kiss to Steve’s cheek, watching him smile. “I’ll be there in a second.” He gently pushes Steve toward the door, smacking his ass and grinning when Steve giggles.

When Steve is gone, Eddie finds the ice cream that’s tucked in the freezer with the trays of ice and frozen chicken and pizza, serving it in Steve’s favourite bowl. (The blue one he always uses for his cereal or soup.) He grabs two spoons before he puts the ice cream back in the freezer and goes to join Steve in the living room.

Steve has the blanket back around his shoulders, and the beginning of the movie he picked is playing on the television as Eddie joins him on the sofa, setting the bowl in Steve’s lap as he settles, crossing his legs and moving to lean against the armrest. Steve kisses his cheek as he’s fixing his shirt, which folded as he leaned back, and Eddie beams at him.

Neither of them say anything.

Neither of them have to.

Steve lays against him while they watch the movie and eat the ice cream, his head resting on Eddie’s chest, and Eddie runs his hands through his hair, gently playing with it. Eddie sets the empty bowl on the ground when they’re done, and Steve wraps his arm around his waist tightly, nuzzling his face into his chest. Eddie smiles at him even though he isn’t looking.

Steve stays there for a good while, relaxed and quiet, holding onto Eddie for so long that Eddie thinks he’s asleep until Steve says his name with a soft voice.

“Yeah?”

“Are you… particularly invested in this movie?”

“Uh. I guess not, no. Why, do you—”

He can’t get the rest of his question out because Steve is sitting up abruptly and leaning in to kiss him. Eddie’s eyes widen before he squeezes them shut and touches his face, holding him close as Steve sighs.

They’re both breathless when they part, and the movie blurs into white noise as Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes. His pupils are blown, his eyes dark and shining, and it makes Eddie want to cry, to kiss him again, to rip his shirt off, to drag him upstairs to his bed.

“Wanted to kiss you,” Steve breathes.

“You can always kiss me, Stevie,” Eddie says, just as softly, and Steve smiles at him, his eyes flicking down to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie’s stomach flutters. “Come here.”

Steve grins and leans in again, pushing his hands into Eddie’s hair as their lips meet again, tugging gently when Eddie parts his lips and swipes his tongue over Steve’s bottom lip. He reaches out and pulls at Steve’s waist, then his hips, then his thighs, and Steve shifts without pulling his mouth away, sitting like he did earlier, straddling Eddie’s lap.

Steve exhales sharply, pulling away and tilting his head before kissing him again, harder, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck tightly. Eddie reaches around him, blindly searching for the remote, because Steve is letting out tiny soft noises that he wants to hear. When he finds it, he pulls his lips away to look at it, and Steve’s lips slide down to his jaw, kissing and nipping and sucking, and Eddie has to force his eyes open to flip over the remote and shut off the television.

“Stevie,” he breathes when Steve slides his tongue across his skin. He drops the remote on the sofa beside them, but it hits the corner of the cushion and falls to the ground. He doesn’t care. Steve is sucking on the side of his neck, and Eddie’s eyes flutter shut again as he listens to it.

He slides his hands over Steve’s back, over the wrinkles of his shirt, until he reaches his ass, and he squeezes gently. Steve’s breath hitches, and he gasps against Eddie’s neck.

“Is that okay?”

“Shit,” Steve breathes. His breath is right over the spot of Eddie’s neck that’s wet with his spit, and Eddie shivers. “Yes, sir.”

Eddie grins, turning his face to catch Steve’s lips again, biting his lip and sighing, his hands tightening again, and Steve kisses him back in a way that Eddie can only think of as passionately, holding Eddie’s face between his hands and holding his mouth open for Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie loses track of time, every cell of his brain focussed on SteveSteveSteveSteveSteve. Steve is letting out little whimpers every time Eddie’s hands shift, and Eddie’s eyebrows are furrowed so hard and for so long that he might get a headache. (Worth it.) They kiss until the light of the living room dims because the world outside is still going by even if it doesn’t exist to them right now, until their lips and chins are slick with each other’s spit, until Eddie’s mouth is sore.

“Eddie,” Steve gasps, his fingers tightening in his hair. Eddie bites his lip, holding back a whimper or a moan, forcing his eyes open to look at him.

“You okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m—” Steve is panting, dragging his fingers through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie grins at him, rubbing his ass and the small of his back. Steve’s head falls, his chest rising and falling with every breath, and Eddie gazes at him. “‘M hard.”

Oh.

Eddie’s grin widens, and he slides a hand around Steve’s hip, coming to a stop over his dick before he presses gently. Steve falls forward, groaning. Eddie laughs breathlessly.

“Lay down,” Eddie tells him, letting go and pushing his hips gently. Steve whines, burying his face in Eddie’s neck. “Steve, follow directions.”

“‘M sorry,” Steve breathes, shifting so Eddie can turn and push him to fall back into the sofa, and Eddie climbs over him, pressing kisses over his chest and neck.

“‘S okay, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, kissing under his ear before he sucks his earlobe between his lips, and Steve’s fingers are tangling with his hair again. “I know.”

Pulling away, he looks down, moving so their legs are entwined, and then gazes at Steve again, moving to hold himself over him with his forearms framing Steve’s head. He stares, looking at Steve’s flushed cheeks and glistening lips, and then he carefully grinds his hips down against Steve’s. Steve’s eyes fly open and he gasps, pulling Eddie’s hair.

“Alright?” Eddie checks in, and Steve beams at him, pushing a hand between their bodies to press against the small of his back.

“Yes, Eddie, please.”

Eddie kisses him again, sucking on his lip as he grinds down again, listening to the moan that Steve chokes on. Steve’s hand slides between them again so he can wrap his arms around Eddie’s neck, and the next sound that escapes him is high-pitched, weak and thin in his throat, and Eddie thinks he might be ascending. He swallows the sound, licking into Steve’s mouth.

Steve hums, letting his mouth hang open for Eddie, burying his fingers in Eddie’s hair again, tugging every time Eddie pushes against him.

“Eddie,” he gasps, and Eddie pulls back, looking at him. He looks blissful, his head fallen back against the sofa, his eyes closed, cheeks flushed red. “Harder, baby, please.”

Eddie snaps his hips against Steve’s, smiling when Steve yelps, his hands pulling his hair sharply and making Eddie moan softly, his eyes closing.

“Fuck me,” Steve moans when Eddie does it again. Eddie laughs lightly, breathless, and he pulls back. Steve’s hands fall away, and he whimpers, opening his eyes as Eddie gets up, sitting back on his knees and moving Steve’s legs so they’re around Eddie’s hips.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, watching, panting. Eddie grins up at him, patting Steve’s thighs so he tightens them around Eddie, and then he falls back over him, catching himself with a hand next to Steve’s head, sliding his other hand over his thigh and hip and waist before he presses it over Steve’s chest, pushing him into the sofa.

“Fucking you.”

Steve smiles and gasps when Eddie snaps his hips again. Eddie leans down again, pressing their mouths together as he moves, as Steve presses his hips up to meet his, but they’re barely even kissing, instead panting and licking and biting, and Eddie almost laughs out at the sudden realisation that he’s having sex with Steve Harrington.

He pulls away to look at him again, and Steve pulls his hand away from his head, but his fingers get snagged in a tangle, pulling his hair sharply and suddenly, and Eddie’s head jerks back with it with a sharp gasp.

“Fuck, sorry, baby,” Steve says, pressing his hand to Eddie’s head, but Eddie shakes his head, pressing against him again.

“Felt good,” he says shortly, moaning softly.

“Oh.”

Steve huffs out a laugh and tugs his hair again.

“Harder,” Eddie breathes, closing his eyes. Steve pulls again, yanking his hair so hard his head jerks back again, and a strangled moan escapes Eddie as Steve takes the opportunity to lift his own head and lick Eddie’s throat. “Fuck, yeah.”

Eddie leans down to kiss him again, licking across his lips before Steve opens his mouth, holding his tongue out so Eddie can suck on it.

When Eddie finally pulls away, Steve’s skin is shining with their spit, and Eddie grins.

“You’re so messy,” he says, as though he isn’t the one kissing him the way he is. Steve laughs again, grinning dopily up at him and moaning again as Eddie continues moving against him.

“Like it when you get me messy.”

“Yeah?”

He reaches to Steve’s face and rubs the spit across his cheek, watching Steve turn his head so he can, watching him bite his lip.

“My pretty boy,” Eddie murmurs, kissing him again and snapping his hips against Steve’s. Steve lets out a low groan that rumbles in his throat, and he tugs Eddie’s hair again. “Are you my pretty boy?”

“Yeah,” Steve whines, throwing his head back. Eddie leans down and bites his neck, sucking at his skin that’s salty with sweat. “Yeah, ‘m your pretty boy.”

Eddie smiles, moving his lips to under his jaw and sucking at his skin again.

“Eddie,” Steve chokes, breathing hard and fast. “Eddie, ‘m so close.”

“Don’t come,” Eddie says, lifting his head and smiling at him, even as he doesn’t slow down. “Not until I say.”

“Fuck,” Steve moans, squeezing his eyes shut. “Y— Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Eddie coos softly, kissing his jawline before he licks him.

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, baby.”

Steve moans instead of responding, yanking Eddie’s hair and pulling him in to kiss his cheek messily before he’s licking at his ear.

“‘M your boy,” he mumbles, panting. “‘M your boy, ‘m all yours, baby.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Eddie breathes, moving and moving and kind of wishing they’d at least taken their shirts off, because it suddenly feels like he’s in a sauna, and because he wants to feel Steve’s chest against his own. (Later.) “My baby boy, my perfect boy.”

Steve lets out a long groan, his fingers tightening in Eddie’s hair, and then— “Wait, stop—”

Eddie lifts his head, moving up so his hips aren’t touching Steve’s, looking at him wide-eyed. He’s biting his lip, his head thrown back against the sofa, his eyes squeezed shut so tightly it looks like it hurts.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks. “Is it too much, do you wanna stop?”

“No,” Steve huffs, sliding his hands to hold Eddie’s shoulders. “No, I just— I was gonna come.” He opens his eyes, looking at Eddie blearily. “You didn’t say I could.”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes. “You scared me,” he says, smiling softly at him and relaxing, lowering himself back down to touch Steve.

“Sorry, baby,” Steve apologises quietly, squeezing his shoulders, but Eddie just leans down and kisses him slowly, sliding his tongue against Steve’s and humming softly.

“It’s okay,” he says when he pulls away, pressing against him. Steve bites his lip to stifle a moan, but Eddie presses his thumb against his mouth, pulling his lip free. “Such a good boy.”

“Eddie, sir— I wanna come,” Steve whimpers. “Wanna come for you.”

Eddie exhales roughly, sitting up again and reaching down to Steve’s legs, which he grabs and shifts so they’re over his shoulders, and then Steve is wailing as Eddie grinds against him, faster, harder.

“Come for me, Stevie,” he says breathlessly, moaning when Steve reaches up and yanks his hair sharply, pulling him down so their mouths crash together. Steve groans when Eddie sucks on his tongue again, and his trembling hands are tugging his hair, and he’s whining loudly, and Eddie is grinning.

“There you go,” he murmurs, gritting his teeth and grunting roughly as his body flushes with heat, as he goes lightheaded. “I got you.”

“Fuck, Eddie.”

Steve’s body falls lax, and his hands fall, one of them hitting the back of the sofa before sliding down, the other falling over the side of the sofa, and he giggles like he’s high. His eyes are still closed.

“You okay?” Eddie whispers. Steve nods, smiling, dazed.

“Yes, sir, ‘m okay.” He’s breathing hard, his cheeks red and lovely. “You’re a fucking… sex god.”

Eddie laughs lightly, leaning down and kissing him softly. Steve lifts a hand, and it lands heavily on the side of Eddie’s head, smacking him. Eddie snorts.

“Shit, sorry,” Steve says, smiling softly and rubbing Eddie’s head apologetically. “My arms feel heavy.”

“‘S okay, baby.” He kisses him again. “Let me get you some water.”

Steve kisses him again before he lets him go.

Eddie picks up the ice cream bowl and spoons from the floor before he goes to the kitchen, and he sighs happily as he fills a glass at the sink.

Steve is just sitting up when Eddie gets back, stretching his legs and sighing as Eddie sits next to him, and then Eddie is helping him drink a glass of water for the second time today. Maybe this is something he could get used to. A drop escales the glass and slides over Steve’s cheek again, but this time Eddie does lick it away, giving into his desires as Steve lets go of the glass and he lowers it.

“You’re a menace,” Steve says, laughing softly but tilting his head so Eddie can kiss his jaw.

“You wanna shower?” Eddie asks, pushing his fingers through Steve’s hair.

“Together? Yes.”

Eddie laughs, and takes his hand, and leads him upstairs. Steve waits on his bed while Eddie picks his clothes out. (A pair of black boxers (though he’s tempted to not pick any underwear out at all; maybe another time), a pair of blue cut-off jogger shorts that are softer than he expected, and then he leaves and comes back with one of his own t-shirts, a worn thin Black Sabbath t-shirt that’s too big for either of them.) Steve smiles happily the whole time, waiting and watching patiently.

Steve lets Eddie undress him in the bathroom as the water in the shower heats up, and Eddie presses kisses across both his arms, his shoulders, collarbones, chest, stomach, hips, legs. All over his scars and moles and stretch marks, the light bruises from the coffee table and bannister at the bottom the stairs that he bumps into nearly every day, over his knuckles and fingertips and his forehead.

“I love you so much,” Steve breathes as Eddie is pulling off his own shirt, and the floor falls out underneath him, and everything in the world is flying through the air, and his heartbeat is so loud that he can’t hear his own breath, and then everything is landing, falling into place. His shirt slips from his fingers and he doesn’t care, because Steve is smiling at him in that way again, and then he’s kissing him, holding Steve’s face between his hands. Steve’s hands slide over his waist. His skin is warm.

“I love you too,” Eddie whispers, kissing him again. “So much, Stevie, I love you so much.”

Steve grins, pulling him in and kissing him again before he’s pushing Eddie’s pants down.

Eddie presses him against the glass wall of the shower, kissing him and kissing him and kissing and kissing him, until Steve finally pulls him into the shower.

Steve looks pretty even when his hair is wet and stuck to his face and neck. He also looks pretty on his knees.

Eddie has to ask Steve about his hair routine, smacking his hands when he reaches for the shampoo himself, and Steve tells him easily, smiling and resting his hands on Eddie’s waist as Eddie washes his hair gently.

It’s the longest shower Eddie’s ever taken, even though he joked about saving water when he started with Steve’s hair, because they keep getting distracted, touching and kissing each other like they have all the time and hot water in the world. Steve seems to have a particular interest in Eddie’s tattoos. He traces them with his fingers, then his tongue.

Steve went into the shower with two bruises on his neck, and he leaves with five, plus a scattered few on his collarbones and chest. Eddie leaves with four on his chest, and one, for some reason, on his left bicep.

They seperate to towel themselves off and dress, the room an odd sort of silent that feels like it echoes now that the spray of the shower is off, and Eddie allows Steve to put some product in his hair. He doesn’t know what it does, but Steve smiles happily at him in the foggy mirror that he’s wiped clear as he presses his hands through his curls gently.

They end up on the sofa again later, some movie on the screen, but Steve doesn’t bother even trying to pay attention, and Eddie almost can’t. He’s distracted by the way Steve is curled up in his lap, his drying hair brushing Eddie’s skin, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His skin is warm when Eddie pushes a hand under his (their?) shirt and rubs him gently. He knows Steve is falling asleep again, and it’s about dinner time, but he doesn’t care.

Steve has work tomorrow, and he’s picking up the kids from school, and he should rest today. Especially if he’s resting like this, his face tucked into Eddie’s neck, his hands curled against his chest, fucked tired and fully satiated.

Steve takes a breath, shifting in Eddie’s lap, and Eddie presses a hand to the small of his back, holding him tenderly.

“Love you, sir,” he mumbles, his lips brushing Eddie’s neck. Eddie smiles, turning his face to press a soft kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Steve will make dinner later, and he’ll pack leftovers to bring tomorrow for Robin. They haven’t talked about their sleeping arrangement, but Eddie assumes they’ll just take Steve’s room. Eddie’s will go back to being the guest room probably. Open for whenever Robin or Max or anyone else wants somewhere to stay that feels more like home than their parents’.

Which is something that makes Eddie particularly emotional.

This house has never been a loving, welcoming home for Steve, has never felt warm the way Uncle Wayne’s trailer felt. When Eddie moved in here, there weren’t any photos on the walls, or drawings on the fridge, or anything that made the house feel like anything more than walls and white paint. But now the dining table is covered with D&D figurines and notes and books, and there are photos taken of the kids and girls and Eddie and Jonathan and Argyle, and even Hopper and Joyce pinned up on walls and on the mantle and shelves in cheap frames Steve bought in town. None of them are professional photos, nothing staged or posed. They’re all from Jonathan, taken on his camera while the others talk and play and laugh, or taken on his camera by someone else, usually Will or Nancy.

There are even drawings on the fridge, kept up with colourful magnets that Joyce gifted Steve when his parents left. Drawings by Will, mostly, but also by Erica and Eleven, and one by Mike, which he tried to throw away, but Steve refused and put up with an M magnet since Mike refused to sign it.

Robin’s left a scarf behind, and it hangs by the door on the coat rack. Steve forgets it every morning. Erica and Nancy have left behind hair ties and bobby pins, which have collected on the coffee table. There are still pieces of confetti scattered around, blown and dusted into corners and under tables, from Max’s birthday party. Argyle’s left behind a weed grinder that Eddie uses on occasion just because. (Argyle doesn’t mind. He says it infuses it with Eddie’s energy, which he likes.)

There’s a first aid kit that’s stocked with everything they could ever possibly need, along with cartons and cartons of band-aids for everyone that Steve’s bought. Princesses for Erica and Eleven, Star Wars for Dustin, skateboards for Max. There are cases of Sprite and New Coke in the pantry next to a few six-packs of Eddie’s favourite beer.

Max likes to spend the night sometimes, happily taking up residence on the sofa with one of the many blankets that decorates the living room. Robin does too, in an effort to escape her overbearing, over critical mother, and she often sleeps with Steve, cuddled up against him, but she’ll need to take the guest room or get used to cuddling with Eddie, too.

Eddie doesn’t know if Steve knows it yet, that the house has become a home for everyone else.

He’ll tell him later.

#so uh #yea #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

[carousel-of-souls]

Gotham New Orleans Backstory: Alfred Pennyworth

Warnings: blood and injury, death

Alfred is from Ireland. His mother died when he was fairly young and his father was distant while Alfred was growing up. His last name wasn’t originally Pennyworth, it was Brown, but he changed it when he became a butler to stand out and have a more memorable impression to get jobs.

Alfred was going to medical school to become a doctor because, as he discovered when his father was ailing later in life, he really enjoys taking care of people. Alfred’s father died when he was 18 but during the years Alfred took care of him they bonded a lot and it almost made up for the distance during childhood.

Alfred ended up not finishing medical school, he did make it pretty far though. It wasn’t that he was squeamish, he’d been thrown in the deep end of taking care of someone’s health issues and bodily functions with his father after all, it just wasn’t personal enough for him. His passion was in caring for and tending to people but not strictly in a medical sense.

It didn’t occur to him that he could have a different job like being a butler because it felt like a made up silly job at first, he definitely didn’t know anyone who had or knew a butler. He did get the idea from watching The Nanny while living in a hotel looking for job listings.

He worked odd jobs for about six years in order to go to America and get into the American Butler School in New York. He mainly worked as a janitor in a nursing home and a lot of the patients ended up close to him.

He was trained there but he didn’t want to stay in New York. It was a little overwhelming for him since he was from a rural area. A friend (with benefits) he’d made in the city was moving to Gotham anyways so Alfred decided to tag along with him.

Alfred ended up being hired as a butler for an elderly woman which was right up his alley since he’d already experienced what caring for someone older was like.

During this time he met another butler who would later become his enemy, Girard. They were seeing eachother for a while but it turned out Girard was only after Alfred’s strawberry shortcake recipe (literal recipe, not a euphemism). Alfred is still mad about it even though he’s had relationships end in worse ways.

Alfred met Thomas and Martha before they’d even met eachother. It was disco night at the roller rink and Alfred was there, as he was every disco night. Thomas was also there, he was in his playboy phase and was trying to impress some girls. He ended up crashing headfirst into the corner of a table. Martha was working there and was trying to help him since his head was gushing blood. She was not a benevolent helper though, she lived in the lower ninth ward, her mother had just passed away after being in poverty her whole life, Martha was thinking about how she’d die the same way. She did not have the time or patience for a rich asshole bleeding all over the floor and her uniform. She told him that too, she went off on him, assuming he was probably too much of a douche or too concussed to hear it let alone remember. Alfred came over since he had medical knowledge and offered to call an ambulance. Thomas refused. His father had already been threatening to cut him off and would be pissed about the spectacle, he didn’t want an ambulance bill on top of that. Alfred drove Thomas to the hospital and didn’t think much about it after that.

Thomas went back to the roller rink the next day with flowers and apologized to Martha. He offered to pay for her dry cleaning too since he’d bled a lot on her uniform. He also thanked her for yelling at him. They became friends after that and later started dating.

When Alfred’s boss died he was in search of a job again and Thomas recognized him so hired him. Thomas and Martha were married at this point.

Alfred had considered himself not one to like kids and was honestly dreading Bruce’s birth. He was perfectly fine with cleaning up adults but changing and looking after a baby seemed daunting. They were fragile but in a different way than the dying elderly, a way that scared him. If you messed up with someone who was dying it wouldn’t potentially cause lifelong trauma or consequences like with a child. It was also because most of the sick elderly people Alfred had experience with could communicate their needs to some degree, or hold kind of a conversation. Babies can’t communicate in any way but crying and Alfred found that anxiety inducing.

After a few years of being around Bruce Alfred felt a little less intimidated. It helped that Bruce was one of those kids that was like an old man in a toddler’s body.

Of course after Thomas and Martha died Alfred was back to feeling incredibly in over his head. He cried a lot but he never let Bruce see it.

Things are better nowadays, Alfred’s medical knowledge came in handy more than he ever expected it too. He has always been supportive of Bruce being Batman but he does push back on Bruce doing things like missing meals to work and not sleeping.

Additional details:

Alfred still goes out dancing once a week to keep his sanity in tact.

He has a very busy love life, Bruce likes to hear about it but he gets Alfred to talk in roundabout ways cause he doesn’t want to admit the drama is interesting to him.

#gotham new orleans #au info #alfred pennyworth

[lilmissnatcat24]

10 mutuals I'd like to know better

aww thank you for the tag @dulcidyne!!! :)))

Last song I listened to: I think it was unironically DJ Got Us Falling in Love by Usher because I just heard he was going to do the halftime show and I LOVE Usher

Favorite content to watch: (I'm cheating it's listening not watching) Dungeons and Daddies podcast on spotify (but also Bob's Burgers I can rewatch that show endlessly)

Favorite games: Mass Effect, Red Dead Redemption 2, Cyberpunk 2077, Witcher 3, Dying Light 2, Sims 4

Favorite color: Orange

Favorite animals: Camels, alpacas, cats

Favorite food: LET ME TELL YOU I just moved to Columbus and I'm trying to eat at all of Guy Fieri's restaurants from Triple D and I have fallen in LOVE with momos. So the pork momos from Momo Ghar in downtown Columbus. But typically it's pierogies and schnitzel.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: how about I raise you salty?

Current obsessions: (also unironically) The Bachelor. I am SHAKING at the Golden Bachelor coming out this week. That, and Bake Off coming back this week! Big week for me. BIG week.

Last book I read: Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett! 5 stars! (the current read is A Master of Djinn by P. Djeli Clark)

Last thing I googled: crock pot french dip recipe I made for dinner tonight! It's the easiest thing in the world. It's a 4 pound pot roast, an onion, a few garlic cloves, 4 cups of beef broth, a pack of french onion soup mix, and some seasonings. Just throw it in the crock pot on low for 8 hours, then put on a hoagie bun with provolone cheese and stick under the broiler until it's melted. Absolutely divine dinner.

Relationship: Been dating my boyfriend, we hit six years in December! (and hopefully engaged soon wink wink)

Fun fact: I went to high school with the Paul brothers and funner fact! Jake Paul used to be a piece of shit! He still probably is! But he sucked in high school! He was mean! And a douche!

Anyways it's not ten people because I don't even think I know ten people but here are my mutuals I tag for this!!! @carnivorousbelvedere @sparkandwhimsy @dispatchwithlove @teamdilf @theorangeweirdo @milkywayes

#one of those tag challenges uwu i've always wanted to be tagged in these

[ravenadottir]

What are some nitpicky things you don't like about the game?

the poses. there are no second or third poses??? they always look so statue like. sometimes it takes me away from the game.

the blonde characters with black brows. even though i like the look in real life, i think they're just too thick. gary's brows are like mustaches and they could've been a grey-ish brown.

THE TATTOOS! good tattoos are honestly rare in this game. miles', lucas and the bike, rocco and the soup, arjun and the geometric dog, graham’s boat, lottie’s damn tree or whatever it is, everything will has on his body, oliver's paint splatters, valentina cat paw impressions, talia's pelican... just don't do it. it's actually less work if you don't do it.

shout out to david galopim's work on gary, SO GOOD!! and tai's tattoo? that's the only one that matters after s2.

bill. just him as a whole. his whole design was wrong. his brows, the shape of his eyes, he was the more cartunesque boy i believe.

not being able to change our hair during the season. i'm pretty sure it has changed, but now i don't have the time to play the game!

i don't need animation but like... a piece of art or two would've been nice. if you have a very important moment, say, when they say i love you, or when you say yes to be their girlfriend, we could've had an mc+li with the sunset background, like a "finale" artwork. season 1 had it in the finale, but the longest and most complex season didn't?! we had one with chelsea??? on cmm ???? ugh

which reminds me, CMM IN ITS FULLEST. absolutely fuck that. i don't like the costumes, i hated the theme, i can't stand not having every li or friend in there, the recipes fuckery, the stupid dialogues, gary being dumb as a door, lucas' mustache, lottie and priya fighting again and it wasn't even interesting, ibrahim with a horse???? i think they had a sort of bingo and put the most random shit they could think of, and then used a dart system to decide or something. i don't know, i hate it.

i would've liked to see some of the off-screen action, and yes the fandom is with me in this, but i feel it's still nitpicky because it's impossible to have it done. there's just too many variants. but not even knowing the dialogue between the boys, during casa amor, is a tragedy.

male!mc, where is he??? i found a way of having a male!mc while brainstorming for my edition of season 4 and it works, there's no excuse to not be done.

jakub. why? who? when? where? and again, why?

i hate- sorry, no, i HATE season 3's emojis for reactions. we can see their faces, dear, change it to simple ones like we used to have in s2. those are so unnecessary. fix the glitches instead of adding dumb fucking little emojis! the devil ones make me dizzy, i'm serious.

if you eliminate the latest storyline about the moon celebration or pranking or whatever, nothing changes, so why adding it? it's really short and boring, doesn't make much difference... why? just... just why? they keep coming back and tweaking with new scenes that no one cares about instead of fixing, i don't know... KASSAM'S ENTIRE ROUTE???

the fact we cannot give rocco shit after what he did, and he has the audacity to say "i should've never coupled up with you". SIR- that's a lot of fucking nerve, and even more to not give me an option to respond.

marisol's entire route, and her reasoning behind taking so long to choose us. if they had added a couple of dialogue lines, maybe implying she was insecure because she was afraid of being judged, but no, nothing that made sense anyway.

not having a nan design. EXCUSE ME? you talked about that lady for four fucking months, and she had a knee problem??? she didn't show up to the wedding because of a knee probl-

facts about the islanders that you only discover through paid scenes. AHHAHAHAHA, i'm not mad about finding out they included riddles as carl's interests after two and a half years! i'm not mad, you are. *monotonely smiling*

carl's pose. he comes across like such a douche, i hate it lol

arjun's smile x the smirk, and they went with the smirk to show up more. choices were made that day.

mc's face on s1. that was... something.

kassam's resting face. i- no.

this is the outfits section, so... if you like them, skip ?

chelsea's. i hate all of them. the prom dress was too simple. the night outfit is atrocious, it's just a working out gear with heels, what the fuck?? and her swimming one? picture her tan lines. no!

i don't mind gary's prom outfit as much, i do care about the wedding one! there's no way his buddies would let him hit the altar in that! i expected more from the boys.

most of the night outfits are really not good at all! hope's, for instance?? she's a glam girl man, come on! the one they had for her previously, which i believe is now on matchmaker, is so much better. the colors are vibrant and matches her personality.

noah's? too simple and boring.

shannon's? what a waste of those thunder thighs.

CARL'S? absolutely not! it looks cheap and old. picture him in a dark blue blazer, or a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a cool watch. dark pants, good shoes, anything! that beige mess was so underwhelming!

arjun's green shirt and beige pants? why would you flatter his shape when you can just fucking not care about it, right?

bobby's. the shorts? he knows better than that. the... wrapping paper color (?) is awful! also, purple shorts instead of soft pink? another miss.

lucas' shirt during the day. why? then they put him in the sluttiest shirt they could find, at night, and i'm so confused!

and... you know, elisa's sleepwear.

jo's bikini. it's so shapeless and ugly, and the color doesn't suit her. palm tree pattern? to a vacation? GROUNDBREAKING.

seb's skull/roses shorts. nah, don't care for it. give me something else.

the one thing about outfits, and there's a post for season 4 coming, is that they completely disregard the fact that most dudes don't wear patterns at all.

i have two brothers, a partner, hundreds of friends, never once have i seen them in anything like in the game. is this a cultural thing? 'cause you can count the good outfits on the boys on one hand, and that's including all the seasons!

anyway. if i think of anything else, i'll add on later.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg s3 #litg season 3 #litg bobby #litg gary #litg elisa #litg carl #litg arjun #litg kassam #litg marisol #litg lottie #queue

[radicheart]

@rheddradio​ | continued because Tumblr is a douche and wouldn’t let me reblog the ask post further

“Yes I am! I can make you my true specialty: boudin balls! Unlike many of my recipes, this one is of my own creation through years of tweaking!”

#(( I'm not gonna make a joke about how Cal has a good ball recipe. )) #(( Not gonna do it Your Honor. )) #rheddradio

[topguncortez]

I cannot stand Matt and Abby. Matt seems like a douche honestly. And his face annoys me and why tf is he always shirtless.

there are minimal mommy-tok tiktokers i like. they all seem to be aiming for one thing and one thing only and that’s to exploit their kids and make money.

Rach and Tom are like the only ones i really watch because i used to see their vids back when the only kid they had was college kid kevin and i love how Tom spent years researching recipes to help rachel to try and get pregnant naturally. A TRUE MAN WE LOVE. I WOULD DIE TO PROTECT THEM

I also followed Noel and Logan, until she was literally bullied off the app for raising awareness for her sons disease. She was a fellow military momma and her videos of logan always brought a smile to my face and it gave an inside into what it’s like raising a child with a terminate disease.

OH AND HOW CAN I FORGET MIRAIM. her videos are so very interesting on how she raises her kids and works as an Orthodox Jew. like i learn something new in every video she posts. and she’s so supportive and isn’t afraid to share her views on things.

#my asks

[gemanggi]

SHAKSHOUKA, WITH LOVE.

written by EMMA, with third point of view and solely penned for agency-mission purposes.

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She sighed in excitement while she placed a basket of veggies down onto the kitchen table ahead of her. Gemanggi will be making a cozy dish named Shakshouka which is a recipe that originally known from North African and Middle Eastern. Not much ingredients needed for the cook and everything she took from vegetable patch near The Beavers' lodge. Except for the eggs, the dad Beaver helped Anggi snatched it politely from the mommy Hen.

After she douched the veggies, Gemanggi began to hand a knife, to initiated the execution of its crudités. The first turn was plump onion, cut it in half before gave it a fine tiny dice then moves it aside. Followed by garlic, she smashed then minced it thinly. Anggi wanted mild spiciness flavour spreads to her Shakshouka so everyones would safely eat it later. The next turn were green and yellow bell pepper, she got the ribs out of it then chopped it nicely. Last and the most important ingredient that were ready to be chopped was ripe tomato. That was all she needed.

When the preps were done and all sets, assisted by mommy Beaver, she started to warm the pan over a medium heat with three tablespoons of vegetable oil in it. Once it got enough hot, Anggi put down the chopped onions and bell pepper right into the pan. She patiently cooked them both while mixed it occasionally until its soften and the onion becomes trancluent before added the garlic, also, ample amount of pepper and salt in the mix. The stirring were never stopped, once in a while mommy Beaver took over to cook. Next, Anggi put in the diced ripe tomatoes and bit of tomato juice that mommy Beaver had into the pan, then waited until its boiled in a right consistency.

Mommy Beaver chatted about the Talking Wolf and Anggi listened to her religiously as she spoke with fright and fuming shades in her eyes. As the tomato sauce already boiled, she cracked an egg, one by one, let it slide onto the sauce. She put up five eggs in total and closed the pan with its lid, so the eggs would be cooked well and nicely. Another 8 minutes passed, she opened the lid and found out that everything was done cooked underneath and ready to served. Mommy Beaver gave the last touch with cilantro, celeries and tomato cherries above the Shakshouka, made it even more beautiful and appetizing.

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There’s a weird relationship between my parents and my cooking. They want me to cook at home to save money but my dad has a tendency to shit talk my cooking. Not like “oh this tastes horrible” but more like “you are making that shit again?”. It is incredibly frustrating. On the other hand though, they completely benefit from it. My parents have dialed down a lot with their cooking so they don’t cook a variety of meals anymore: they practically make the same 10 dishes with a variety unless it’s a holiday party. I love trying new recipes and foods from other cultures so my cooking is very vast and different. I always cook enough to give to my parents if they want and a good half or the time they are excited and want some. Although my dad is a dick, I make extra food so my mom has food for work if she needs some. My dad was giving me shit for making breakfast for dinner two days in a row, and then I decide to make pancakes on the third day and his eyes lit up when I offered some to him. The hypocrisy! And then the day after that, I decide to make some garlic butter cheddar biscuits and he hovers over me. He’s like “are you experimenting?” and I tell him that he’s had these biscuits before because my sister always made them. He didn’t believe me and then he’s like “yeah leave a biscuit for me”. He’s so fickle and random with his views of my cooking. He fully supports my creativity when cooking and he even bounces ideas off of me when he gets an idea for a recipe, but sometimes he’s just a douche nugget for funsies. If I wasn’t cooking as often, my parents wouldn’t be eating anything “different” at home. I love cooking and I love sharing my food even more, but my dad makes things awkward af in the kitchen. On a happier note, my mom has admitted that she sees how much progress I’ve made as a cook and she thinks I’m a good cook. They have a tendency to only eat Filipino food, but when I make something enticing, they pick at my food like stragglers because they know it’s good. They are weirdos but at least I’m keeping my parents fed.

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Dragon Age: Absolution Episode 4/5 aka All Powerful Fuckboy

Everyone’s so dramatic. Which, when dealing exclusively with a group of powerful mages/warriors/assassins is...a recipe for disaster. 

Episode 4

Girl I need you to calm the fuck down.

Also sir, they are Adventurers, not parasites, although I can see how you might get the two confused

Yeah, under control. Definitely. By Thedas standards anyway

"The dragon is awake" said so casually Concerns™ me

It's cute that you think that plan's going to work.

I mean...the blood's already spilled, it's a shame to let it go to waste? It's not like he's taking new blood

Got it, so you're going to make sure she doesn't find the evidence

These Vints' helmets are stupid as fuck.

Using the obvious crush to win his trust, you really do have all the moves Roland.

I don't trust that dragon, it felt a little too easy.

That's a lot more blood than pressure and a cloth are going to fix...

Does anything good ever come from Harrowings?

You're not supposed interfere with a Harrowing. No wonder it went shit-sideways.

Oh he's got ambitions and dreams. Fuck.

And he doesn't take rejection well...I trusted you for 5 seconds and you go and turn into a fuckwad

That was your takeaway from this whole thing? Honey...

Episode 5

What truth, little Magister? I think you're the one missing reality

Yes, go to Skyhold. Skyhold is great. Let the Inquisitor sort it out, they already do everything else in the world. 

So call Magisters Dorian Pavus and Maevaris Tilani and fucking fix things. They are trying and could use the extra hands/support

Ah yes because lying, trickery, torture, murdering the person she loves, and generally being a douche are really the rational and helpful approach here Rez. Brilliant strategy for convincing her you care and not to be afraid.

Nice armor upgrade Lacklon

How do you know he's Orlesian by sight alone? He's not even wearing a ridiculous mask

Girl, I really hope this is a clever ploy and you weren't stupid enough to actually fall for that trap...

but Qwydion and maybe Tassia seem to be the only ones with the brain cell ever and it's 1 collectively for the whole show, so it's not a ton of hope

Plan D for Dragon, alright. Now run.

You have nothing to be sorry for Miri, you saved your brother right there, and set him free finally 😭

I respect tear it all down but I am concerned about how ill-prepared this was. Cus now you have to round up your friends, assuming they're alive, and deal with a dragon, hopefully without so much collateral damage that it stops being worth it

#honestly I could replace 90% of the bullet points with 'why are you like this?!' and it would be about the same #Dragon Age: Absolution #Dragon Age: Absolution spoilers #Shye watches Dragon Age Absolution #semi-liveblogging